The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Sharon Marshall is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooooooh, honey," Sharon Marshall moaned as she kissed her husband. "I'm going to miss you so much."
Steve rubbed his hands over his wife's full tits, through the summer blouse she was wearing. "I'm glad you didn't wear a bra, baby," he moaned, his cock beginning to ache in his pants.
"I wanted to please you," she sighed, his hands getting her hot. Nervously, she looked around the airport parking lot, praying that no one was looking.
Steve began nibbling on her smooth neck, his hand fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. "Baby! Baby! I knew you'd see it my way."
She gulped back her passion, her fear of being seen with her tits hanging out the more powerful of the two emotions. "Don't... don't!" She pushed his hand away from her tits and blouse. "Don't unbutton me. Someone might walk by."
"Jesus Christ, Sharon! I thought you'd at least let me suck them in the God damn car before I left."
Her bottom lip pouted. "I want to, Steve," she sighed. "I just can't bring myself to do these things in the open."
"Balls!" He leaned back against the seat and stared blankly out the car window. "I'll be gone a whole God damn week! Why the hell did you go braless, if you weren't going to let me at least see them?"
"I did it for you and I thought I could go through with it." She sniffed. "Why... why is it so important... to do it in the car?"
"You liked doing it in the car before we were married," he said, lighting a cigarette. "Why is it so different now?"
"We don't have to now and we only did it a few times in the car anyway." She made sure her blouse was buttoned. "We never did it in broad daylight either," she added, "where people can see us."
"I want to though," he snapped.
Angered, Steve tossed the cigarette out the open window and pulled his wife back in his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his hand going to her fit, his other hand going to her knees, sneaking underneath her skirt.
"Did you wear panties?" he asked huskily, tracing a path up her smooth bare thigh. He didn't wait for an answer. His hand skimmed under her skirt to her crotch. The tips of his fingers were met by her panties, blocking his way to her pussy. "CHRIST!"
"I didn't see any reason not to wear them," she said. "We're not going to fuck and you can go under my panties and play if you want."
"It doesn't matter to you that I enjoy fucking or fooling around in places other than the bedroom, does it?" He opened the car door and climbed out. He stalked to the trunk and grabbed his luggage. "You coming?"
Depressed, Sharon climbed out of the car, her large creamy tits jiggling under the loose-fitting blouse. She put on her jacket and covered herself, not wanting anyone to see her jiggling tits. "Of course I'm coming. I want to be with you until your flight leaves."
"Sure," he muttered sullenly, looking at her damn coat covering her beautiful tits. He shook his head. Sharon was gorgeous, sexy, and loved fucking. He had fallen in love with her the moment they met. It wasn't until after the wedding, six months ago, that he found out how prudish she was. Semipublic sex was one thing Sharon didn't go for and he couldn't explain to her why he liked it so much. He only knew it added spice and excitement to their love-making.
They stood at the large window, staring at the plane that would take Steve away for a few days on business. "Christ, Sharon," he whispered so the other passengers nearby couldn't hear. "I don't ask you all the time. Sometimes, just sometimes, I'd like to... " He lowered his voice even more. "I'd like to fuck you someplace other than at home and in bed."
"People can hear," she whispered back, her voice strained. Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly scanned the milling passengers.
"So what." He was exasperated. "I'm fed up, Sharon." The passengers were beginning to board the plane. "When I get back, you better have changed or I might just stay packed and move out."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "Please," she whispered. She kissed him. "We'll talk when you come home."
"No more talk. You either change or it's over between us." He boarded the plane, leaving Sharon heartsick with despair.
She stood by the large plate glass window and watched the plane taxi down the runway. She knew he wasn't joking. It had become an obsession with him. She wanted to please him but couldn't bring herself to have sex in public places like he wanted.
Waiting until the plane disappeared out of sight, Sharon fought her upbringing and fears. She loved Steve, even worshipped him. With a determined look on her deeply tanned face, she took off her jacket, the adrenalin pumping through her body. If public sex would keep Steve with her, then that was what she would have to do. Practice! She knew that was the key. She had to get used to it, in order to please him. There was no way Steve would forgive an aborted fuck, if she chickened out in the middle.
She turned, her long honey-blonde hair swishing about her shoulders. She ventured away from the safety of the window that looked out on the runway. She faced the panic of walking back through the airport terminal with her huge tits bouncing under her loose silky blouse. Her cheeks burned as she walked, her eyes fastened straight ahead, her long slender legs taking smooth even strides as she tried to keep the jiggle of her tits down to a minimum.
It was no use and she knew it. Her tits bounced anyway. She stopped, seeing one of the small cocktail lounges that catered to the crowds. She decided on a drink, a drink to fortify her nerves as she formulated a plan in her pretty head, a plan that would either teach her to relax in the open with Steve or prove to her once and for all that their marriage was through.
She stepped inside the dimly lit lounge and paused, getting her eyes used to the light. She spotted an empty seat at the bar and walked over, feeling the eyes of every man in the place on her bouncing tits. Twice, she almost turned and left, but her legs carried her to the bar and the security of the barstool.
"I'll have a martini," she said, her voice wavering with tension. "Very dry." She sat and waited, crossing her legs, her skirt riding up her thigh. She glanced around quickly, wondering if everyone in the place could hear her heart pounding.
The bartender sat her martini in front of her as a man took the stool next to her. "Hi, I'm Phil Turner." He let his leg brush against hers. "You alone?"
Sharon's heart almost leaped out of her throat as she turned her head to see the stranger. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling with a blend of fear and excitement, settled on his handsome face, broad shoulders, and warm friendly smile.
"Hi, I'm Sharon and I'm alone." Her voice cracked and her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. She didn't move her leg, half from fear that if she did move she would bolt and run from the lounge and half from the surprised fact that she enjoyed the pressure from his leg against hers.
She sipped her drink, wondering if she had the nerve to go through with her plan. "Are you alone?" she asked, turning slightly, giving him a look at her blouse and the huge tits heaving beneath it.
"Until now," he said. He rested his hand on her knee, kneading her thigh through the skirt. "Why don't we take a booth and get better acquainted."
"I think that would be nice," she purred, allowing Phil to take her arm as she climbed down off the stool, moving her body as sensuously as possible.
She glanced boldly at the rest of the male patrons in the bar, letting them all know she didn't care about their stares. Her stomach churned as he eased her into a dark, plush booth in the back of the lounge. Her facade of blatant sexuality almost cracked with the last few feet to the booth and she was glad to be able to sit down.
"You're a gorgeous woman," Phil said as a barmaid in a short frilly skirt set fresh drinks in front of them.
Sharon admired the way the beautiful cocktail waitress handled the ogling of the patrons of her skirt, her legs always on display. She wished she could be that calm and collected. She sighed heavily and moved closer to Phil, the darkness of the booth hiding her fear and nervousness from his stare.
Phil put his arm around her shoulder, his hand brushing across the firm flesh of her tit. He sipped his drink, his cock beginning to grow in his pants. With a little luck, this hot little bundle of flesh was going to be in his room at the airport motor lodge, humping between a pair of crisp white sheets before the day was over.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, the grazing of his hand on her tit making her head reel.
"You." He polished off his drink and pulled her close, his hand roaming under the table and over her lap to the hem of her skirt. He eased under her skirt, caressing the soft warm flesh of her thigh. "I'm thinking about how you'd look with all your clothes off."
"Oooooooo," she sighed breathlessly. No one but Steve had ever talked to her like that. The conversation turned her on, making the juices in her pussy begin to seep, preparing her hot spongy hole for cockmeat.
She glanced around at the other patrons, nervous as his hand inched up her thigh and his other hand cupped a tit and began kneading it openly. "Ohhh, Phil," she gasped. "Someone might see."
"Nobody's interested in us," he whispered, his mouth against her throat. "Relax and enjoy yourself."
Sharon heaved a deep sigh and fought her natural urge to push his hand away and get up and leave. If this is what Steve wants, then I have to go through with it, she thought. In all the world, Steve is the only important thing. Do or die, I'll satisfy him in every way, even if it means fucking him in a window on Main Street.
"You're a hot and luscious lady," he groaned, taking her hand in his and placing it on his hardon. "See what you're doing to me?"
"Ummmmmmm," Sharon moaned, feeling his cock through his pants. "You're sooo hard."
"It's all for you, baby," he moaned as she squeezed his cock beneath the table. His hand scooted back under her skirt. "Spread your legs, baby. Let me feel your pussy."
Sitting in the booth, staring straight ahead, Sharon didn't believe what she was doing. She spread her legs and felt his hand search upward to her crotch and her wet juice-stained panties. She massaged his prick with one hand and held her drink with the other as if nothing were happening. "I'm hot, Phil," she sighed, squirming against his hand. She finished her drink, her passion rising in her cunt. "I'm burning up."
She gulped as the waitress came toward them. "The waitress is coming." She panicked, pushing his hand away from her tit and taking her hand off his rock-hard cock. She looked up at the waitress, her face burning with embarrassment. It was too late for her to push Phil away from her crotch.
"Would you two like another drink?" the waitress asked.
"Nothing," Sharon said, believing that the waitress knew what Phil was doing to her pussy beneath the table.
The waitress smiled and left. Sharon heaved a sigh of relief. "I think she knows."
"So what," Phil said, taking her hand and putting it back on his cock. He reached around and slipped his hand over her tit again. He squeezed it and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her surprised mouth.
"Oh, my God," she gasped, pulling her mouth away from his. "Everyone is looking!"
"So? They're just jealous because they're not back here playing with your tits and pussy. You made quite an impression when you came in here." He leaned over, blocking her view of the rest of the lounge. He slipped his hand into her blouse and squeezed the warm pliant flesh of her bare tit. "I think three guys creamed themselves when you sat down at the bar."
"Oh, Phil," she rasped, her tits heaving, his hand milking one while his other hand held her by the nape of the neck. She looked down at his moving hand in her blouse. It was fascinating!
"You know you love it, baby," he groaned. "Isn't that why you let these beautiful tits bounce, instead of keeping them prisoner in a fuckin' bra?"
"Yesssss," she heard herself gasp.
The passion in her body was growing by the second and she spread her legs, giving him easy access to her cunt. She leaned back, gulping her heart into place. "Play with me, Phil, while I look at everyone."
Phil obliged. Sitting on an angle, he stroked her pussy through the wet crotch of her panties and she squirmed hotly on the leather cushions. He felt her hand on his cock become urgent. "Baby, you're making me crazy."
"Yessss," she sighed, wanting his cock as soon as possible, wanting to test herself. If she could go through with her plan and take this man to the same place she refused her husband, it would be a great step. She was prepared to try. "Can we leave now?"
"Right away, baby." He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and stood up, his cock making an obscene bulge in his pants. He tossed a few bills on the table and offered Sharon his hand. "C'mon."
Trembling, she stood up, smoothing out her skirt. Her heart felt as if it were going to burst.
He grabbed her jacket and they weaved their way through the lounge. This time, Sharon's legs wobbled as she majestically jutted out her tits and provocatively swung her ass until they were outside in the natural light of day. The lounge seemed almost like an erotic dream as she saw all the people hurrying about in the busy terminal. Phil's grip on her arm and the ache in her pussy reminded her that it wasn't a dream, but reality, a very definite reality.
"I have a room at the motor lodge," he said, guiding her away from the entrance of the terminal. "We can spend the day there. My flight doesn't leave until tonight."
Sharon stopped dead in her tracks. "No!"
She shook her head. Fucking him in his motel room wasn't what she wanted. To do that, would defeat her purpose.
"You're kidding," he said, his face registering shock. "You some kind of freaky prick teaser?" He tightened his grip on her arm, anger rising where moments ago passion reigned.
"Oh, nooooo, Phil," she said nervously. "I want to fuck. Honest, I do." She flinched from the pain of his grip. "You're hurting me.
Phil eased up on his grip. "If you want to fuck, let's go." He started to take a step, but Sharon remained glued to the cement walk. "Christ!"
"Not in your room," she said weakly. She wondered now, if she could go through with it.
"Where, then?" He was ready enough to fuck her here!
"My car in the parking lot." She swallowed hard. The words were spoken, the decision made. She had said it, committing herself to her plan. She looked at his lust-filled glazed eyes and heaved a sigh, trying to relax herself. "If it's all right with you." She prayed he would agree. The last thing she wanted was a public argument with a horny man.
"We'll fuck anywhere you want, baby," he said, leading her toward the parking lot. He was broiling in his passion.
"Why the car, baby?" he asked as he hurried her across the parking lot.
"It gets me off knowing I can be seen or get caught," she lied, knowing there was no way she could tell him the truth. "It really turns me on."
He held her around the waist. His mouth constricted. The idea of fucking this hot bitch out in the open turned him on too. "I like the idea," he said, his hand running down over her hips and squeezing her ass cheeks as they walked hastily through the crowded parking lot to her car. "Beats my room by a mile."
His hand on her ass churned her stomach as they snaked through the maze of cars. The closer they came to her car, the more apprehensive and frightened she. became. From the forceful way he was holding her and the way he had acted back at the lounge, she knew she could not change her mind.
"There it is," she sighed. The sight of her car brought everything to the forefront.
"I'm glad of that," Phil groaned as he leaned her against the hood of her car. He tossed her jacket in the back. "Where do you want it, front seat or back seat?" He was enjoying himself. It had been years since he made it in a car with a broad and he was looking forward to it.
He ran his hands over her hips, cupping her tits and leering at her as she panted heavily. "You got a great body, baby." He opened her blouse, feeling her tremble. "Front or back?" he asked again.
"Can we stay out here for a minute?" she whimpered. "I want to get a little air first."
"Whatever you say, baby." He opened the buttons and pulled her tits out in the open, ogling them hungrily as he jiggled them in his hand. "Like it?"
Sharon looked around, frightened, seeing people in the distance. She forced herself not to run away. "Y-ye-yes," she stuttered as she rocked on her heels.
"So do I," Phil said. "Let me strip you." He wanted to see how far the crazy broad would go.
"N-n-no!" she objected. "Please, just play with them." She leaned back against the car, her chest heaving, her tits swelling with passion as she tried to relax. Being fondled in the airport parking lot, where only an hour ago she refused her husband the same thing, was blowing her mind. His hands were making putty out of her. "Ohhhh, Phil. I love it," she crooned, warming up to public sex. She rocked her ass against the fender of the car. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement. "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
Phil looked around and saw a man and a woman about ten cars away. "They're not coming this way," he said, watching them turn in another direction.
"They saw me," Sharon moaned. "Ohhhh, my God. They saw me." She was shivering.
"So? Now they can go home and fuck while thinking about your luscious tits."
The idea appealed to Sharon in a perverted way and she calmed down. "Yessss, Phil." She put her arms around him, bringing him to her tits. "Suck them! Suck them! Get them wet with your spit." She leaned back and he leaned forward, crushing her quivering body, taking one large nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, his hand squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of her other tit. His cock was beginning to give him pain and he knew the bullshit had to end soon or he'd go nuts. He took his mouth off her tit. "In the car. I can't wait," he groaned.
She reached down and grabbed his prick. She hissed in her breath, his cock throbbing violently in her hand. "Yes, Phil. I'm ready."
Phil, anxious for her pussy, opened the door and climbed in. He pushed the seat back, giving them plenty of room in the front of the large four door sedan.
With her tits hanging out for anyone to see, Sharon waited. "Take out your cock."
"You take it out," he said. He leaned back and waited for her to climb in.
With her passion in control and with no regard to her exposed bouncing tits, Sharon hurried around to the driver's side. "Jesus. I'm going out of my mind," she said, sliding next to him. She touched his crotch. The hot current between them sparked in her pussy as she pulled his zipper down, preparing to look at the first cock other than Steve's since their marriage.
"Shit, baby," he groaned. "Hurry!"
"I will," she moaned, reaching inside his pants. Her trembling hand came in contact with his turgid prick. "Oooo! Ooooooo! It's so hard!" She yanked it out, leering at his cock, her mouth watering.
"Suck it! Suck it!" He humped up, frantically tugging on his pants and shorts, sliding them down to his ankles.
Entranced by his prick, Sharon stroked the long shaft, feeling the veins as they carried the blood to his gorgeous cock muscle. She felt its power in her grasp. Suddenly, she looked up, afraid someone might walk by. For a second, she panicked and was about to end it. If she declined, Phil would rape her. She bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down. It is for Steve, she repeated in her mind, for Steve.
"Tell me if anyone comes around," she said, her voice quaking with fright. "Promise?"
"Sure, baby. If anyone comes near the car, I'll let you know." He grinned and squeezed her tits. "Now, suck me."
Sharon lowered her head to his prick, taking the red bell-shaped tip between her soft lips. Her long blonde hair fell in a fan as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting a stranger's cock for the first time.
"MMMMMMM," she moaned, the cock in her mouth and his hands on her tits making her almost forget where they were. She slipped her lips down his shaft, taking the entire length of his prick into her throat.
"Unnnnn!!!!" Phil groaned, not believing the joy her mouth was giving him or that she swallowed his long meaty dick in one gulp as if it were a piece of chocolate. He ran his hand through her long blonde hair, keeping her face against his groin, his prick buried in her throat. His other hand kneaded her tit roughly. He squirmed, his prick throbbing in her mouth.
Gasping and fighting for air, Sharon sunk her teeth into the base of his dick. Phil howled and she was able to lift her head as his hand released her hair. "Un! Un! Un!" she panted. "You trying to suffocate me?" Her tanned face was flushed red and her pale blue eyes were dilated and glassy.
"Sorry," he groaned, rocking his ass on the front seat. "I won't do it again."
"Okay," she gasped, swallowing her panic. She lowered her head again, wanting to suck him awhile longer. At least down in his lap, she couldn't be seen and she needed the time to work up the courage to sit on his cock where if anyone walked by, they could see her getting fucked.
This time, her mouth worked up and down the sides of his shaft, her tongue lapping and smacking on his throbbing dick. She grabbed the base of his cock in her hand and massaged it as he groaned. Her body was a trembling mass of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she wanted to stay down here where it was safe. On the other hand, her body craved the cock she was sucking, needing it to fill the hot wet void in her pussy. She sat up, her tits heaving, the nipples about to burst.
"Get those God damn panties off," Phil groaned, his cock throbbing.
Panting, needing his cock more than fearing being seen, Sharon lifted her ass off the seat. Her hands slipped under her skirt and she whisked her panties down to her knees. Fumbling, banging her knee into the steering wheel, she finally got her panties completely off.
"I'm going crazy," she moaned, looking at his wet, spit-soaked cock towering above his thighs. She looked out the window and shuddered. It was no use. Fear or no fear, she had to have his dick.
"C'mon," Phil urged, squirming impatiently on the seat. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to him.
"Yes! Yes!" His pulling brought her out of her reverie. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, his cock jabbing her pussy as he moved over a little, away from the door so her knee could rest on the seat.
He yanked her skirt up around her waist, his huge hands grasping her hips. He slammed her down on his cock, burying the long meaty shaft in her tight, grease-laden pussy.
"Aghhhhhh!" she cried, tossing her head back as the exquisite pleasure of his buried boner sent her into rapture. "Ohhhhh, Phil!" She fell forward, her fleshy tits smothering Phil in their soft billowing pillows of flesh. She humped his cock. She knew her ass was bared and if anyone walked by and looked in, they would see his dick stuffed up her snatch. With her passion out of control, the eroticism of semipublic sex that she had for so long rejected, added a thrill to the fuck, a thrill she never experienced before.
Phil, his head reeling in lust, slammed his hips up at her, driving his prick in and out of her pussy in short quick jabs. "Unnnnn, baby." He groaned, burrowing his face in her jiggling tits, his mouth chewing hungrily on the soft warm flesh.
Her long blonde hair swished across her back as she swayed her head from side to side. She bounced on his dick, her cunt pulsing against his humping buried shaft. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Phil!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, fuck meeee!"
Sharon was crazed by the cock stuffed in her twat. She looked out the window, trying to see if anyone was around. She wanted them to see her pleasure, wanted them to know what she looked like with a cock in her body.
Phil's hands circled her gyrating hips, parting the cheeks of her ass as he rammed his cock up into her eager hot snatch. "Baby! Uhhhhhh!" He churned on the seat, screwing his cock up into her twisting shaking body. He pulled his head from her tits, panting for air.
Sharon pulled and tugged at her blouse, delirious with passion, excited beyond worry. She tore it off her shoulders, baring her upper body to any passersby that might be within distance to see her beautiful tits. She grabbed her tits in her hands, her long fingers digging into the hot, pink, glowing flesh. She slapped her tits at him, lust turning her into an animal. "Bite me! Bite me! Bite me, you fucking bastard!"
Growling, Phil's bear-like paws ripped into her tits, crushing them in his fists. He pulled her, taking one large rounded nipple into his watering mouth. He sucked, sinking his teeth into the rubbery nipple.
"Aaaaayyyiiieeee!" she screamed from the pain of his teeth as he tried biting her nipples off. "Stop! Stop!" She thrashed on his cock, impaled on his long, penetrating shaft, unable to free her tit from his sadistic, clamped mouth.
She pulled free, her sore swollen nipple almost torn from her flesh as he refused to let it go. She slammed down on his groin, returning to him some of the pain he had caused her.
"Uggghhhnnnn!" he groaned as her body slammed him down into the seat of the car. He held her in his grip, a snarl on his face, his eyes glaring at her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted, matching his stroking cock with her voice. She squirmed down on his dick, pushing forward, mashing her clit into his hard groin. The erotic action brought her to the peak and she did it again and again, bringing her quickly to the start of her roller coaster orgasm.
"I'm going toooo cummmmm!" she screamed, her hot words echoing and filling the car. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" She was delirious.
Phil was ready. His prick had reached the point of explosion or bursting at the seams. He became a violent humping machine that drove his prick up into Sharon's waiting pussy in a flurry of quick powerful jabs.
"I'm cominggggg!" Sharon howled, her pussy erupting in an overflow of hot bubbling cum juice that saturated his stabbing prick and triggered Phil's cock into an explosion.
"Yeaaaaaa," he shouted as his cock spewed its thick stream of white jism up into her twitching, gyrating body. "OHHHHHHH!" He worked his cock in and out of her cunt, his prick pulsing as it squirted its seed into her sucking spongy cunt.
"I can feel it! OHHHHHH, fucking sweet Jesus!" she wailed, grinding her hips down on his humping body and smashing her clit into his groin with each upward stab of his hips. "You're drowning meeeee!"
She bucked and humped on his cock, oblivious to the outside world. Only her immediate surroundings mattered. Outside the car was another world. Inside the car, where her screams and Phil's grunts resounded loudly, was the wet exciting world she was enmeshed in. "Faster! Faster!"
Phil tried to go faster but the confines of the car curtailed him from beating her pussy to a pulp. He lifted her, then crashed her down on his cock. His passion gave him strength as his prick squirted a steady stream of cum into her gulping cunt.
"Yesssssss!" she squealed, her hips rocking from side to side. She drove her ass back and forth as her climax enveloped her. Screaming one last time, she collapsed forward, crushing Phil in her huge mammoth tits. She twitched spastically for a moment, feeling the last of his jism filling her pussy.
Phil grunted, moving his head away from the dead weight of her body and her suffocating tits. Gasping for air, he dropped back, his prick spent, shrinking inside her still pulsating cunt.
He rubbed her ass. "Off, baby," he groaned. "There's nothing left. I'm drained."
Sheepishly, her sanity returning, Sharon lifted her bottom, his prick slipping out of her pussy. She fell back in the seat, the public place frightening her now that her passion was gone. Frantically, she looked around for her blouse, feeling it on the seat beneath her. She lifted and pulled it out, slipping it on quickly, trying to hide her tits.
"I see you're shy when you're not looking for a cock," he said, pulling up his pants. "I liked fucking in the open.
"Did anyone see us?" she asked, mortified.
"I think a few people might have gotten a look at those heavenly tits of yours." He leaned over and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth.
With her passion gone, her prudishness returned. She pushed him away and quickly pulled her wrinkled skirt back into place. She spotted her panties on the floor. She frowned. There was no sense putting them on.
"Come on back with me to the motor lodge, baby," Phil groaned. "We'll have a ball if you like it in public. We can go out on the balcony... anywhere." He was caressing her, fondling her body. s "Phil! Stop!" She pushed him away and scrambled across the seat behind the steering wheel. "Find someone else for the rest of the day. I'm going home."
Phil shrugged and made sure his zipper was up. "It's a shame. We really fucked great together. In a bed, we'd be dynamite." He pulled the handle and the car door opened. "You sure you won't change your mind?"
"I'm sure," she said, feeling terrible about what she had done. She knew she would do it again and again, until the guilt was gone and she could completely relax before and after.
Phil blew her a kiss and climbed out. He walked around the front of the car and waved, heading back into the airport terminal.
Sharon sat for a moment. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a small dark stain on the front seat, a reminder of what she had done. She turned the key and started the engine, anxious to get out of the parking lot and home where she could shower and wash away the cum of the man who had just fucked her so deliciously.
"Ohhhhh, Steve," she moaned on the way home. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon sped across the highway, the wheels of her car screeching into the mall parking lot. She wanted to park as close to the entrance as possible. If she was going to fuck in the car again, she wanted it to be more dangerous than yesterday with Phil.
She zipped her car into a parking space and cut the motor. A nervous chill rippled down her spine as she contemplated her day. Today she planned to be bolder, more daring, adding new dimensions and new thrills to her sex life, until fucking a store window would be as easy as fucking at home. She intended to make Steve as proud of her as possible and give him the surprise of his life when he stepped off the plane at the end of the week.
She climbed out of the car, her skirt swirling around her bare legs as she walked to the mall. She stepped inside, the temperature of the enclosed mall enlivening her. She was glad she selected this mall. It was beautiful and far enough away from home so that no one would know her. She didn't intend to have any of her friends seeing her like this or catching her fucking around with another man.
She walked casually around the entire mall, trying to relax, then ventured out into the huge connecting park. She sat on a bench for a minute. A smile broke on her face and she stood up, heading back into the mall. She strode down the thinly crowded mall, the stores being open for less than an hour were mostly empty. She grabbed quick glances in the shop windows, knowing which store she wanted.
Her ample tits bounced lightly underneath the low-cut cotton top. The nipples, hard from excitement, pressed erotically against the material. It was a lot easier than yesterday in the airport. Today, she welcomed the glances.
Her pussy twinged each time a man passed and she smiled back at him, the juices wetting the soft silky skin of her inner thigh.
She reached the store and casually looked in the window at the array of shoes on display. She walked in, seeing a handsome man, a few years older than her, probably in his thirties, waiting on a woman and her young daughter. She glanced around, trying to decide what to try on, her body tingling with excitement. She sat down near the rear of the store, her back to the entrance and the mall. She waited, bubbling with anticipation.
Sharon hiked her skirt above her knee and crossed her legs. Her golden, tan skin shimmered from the neon lighting. She tried relaxing, the voice of the salesman drifting back to her, caressing her mind with his smooth even tone.
"Aaaaa," she sighed audibly, releasing some of the tension that was building inside.
She glanced around again, a lump forming in her throat. She forced it back. Hearing the sound of the cash register, she knew he was finished with the customer. She sucked her breath in. He would be coming!
"Hi." He gave Sharon his best professional smile. "I'm sorry you had to wait, but I'm the only one here in the morning."
"I didn't mind," she purred, smiling at the tall, handsome salesman. He was even better looking than she thought.
"Anything special in mind?" he asked, admiring her bare leg and the way her tits swelled above her cotton top, the hot dark crease between them highly visible. He swallowed and ogled her tits and the hard rubbery nipples straining against her tight-fitting top.
Sharon grinned wickedly. "I have a lot of things on my mind." She winked. "For now though, I think I'll concentrate on a pair of boots."
He pulled up a stool in front of her, dying to get his hands on her luscious legs. "What kind do you like?" he asked.
"I like them all. I hope you don't mind if I try them on, do you?" She looked at his name tag. "Jim?"
"I'm at your command," he said. "You're the customer and they say the customer is always right." He brought over the foot measure and placed her foot on the edge of the stool. Her leg felt cool against the heat of his hand.
Sharon watched him as he took off her shoe, enjoying the feel of his hand. She shivered, knowing he was obviously touching her leg more than necessary.
Jim's cock began to harden in his pants as the exotic aroma of her perfume and the silky touch of her leg permeated his brain. He slipped her foot on the measuring device. "You have a sexy foot," he said, caressing her ankle.
"Thank you, Jim," she purred. "I'd like to try on the cowboy boots first." She hoped no one would come in. She didn't want his attention divided. Once things were under way though, a customer would add excitement to what she had planned. She giggled, getting turned on more and more.
Jim returned with a pair of boots. "I hope you like these," he said, straddling the stool and helping her slip the tooled leather boot over her foot and up her calf.
"Can I try them both on?" she asked.
His prick growing stiffer by the second, Jim took off her other shoe and slipped the other boot on. "Why don't you model them, walk around for a minute and see how they feel?"
It was exactly what Sharon had in mind. She stood up, smiled hotly at Jim sitting on the stool, then walked to the front of the store, swinging her ass promiscuously with each step she took in the high-heel boots. She turned, her skirt wisping around her knees and she returned, keeping her hot pale blue eyes trained on Jim.
Jim watched her, growing more aroused. Watching her hips swing and her tits jiggle as she walked towards him was driving him crazy. "They look terrific on you," he said, his voice strained, his eyes bulging as she stood only a foot away, her cunt hidden by the skirt at eye level.
"How do they make my legs look?" she asked innocently, lifting her skirt up over her knees, hoping someone might be passing by and see her.
Jim gulped. What he could see of her legs in the boots was a mind blower. He nodded. "I think your legs are gorgeous with or without boots."
Sharon sat down again, a sensuous look on her tan face, her lips drawn back in a sultry smile, her white even teeth gleaming in contrast to her rich golden tan. "I think you say that to all your customers." She placed her foot back on the stool. "Do you mind if I try on another pair?"
"It would be my pleasure." He held her foot in his hand and pulled off the boot.
Sharon pulled back, making sure her knees parted enough to give him a peak up between her legs. A good look at her bare pussy would definitely turn him on.
Jim set the boot down and pulled off her other one, this time making sure he peeked under her skirt. He groaned inwardly at the fleeting glimpse of her crotch. He wasn't sure she wasn't wearing any panties and he intended to find out next time.
"I have just the pair for you," he said. "I'll be right back."
Sharon saw the bulge in his pants before he left. She was overjoyed at how things were going. She inched her skirt higher, wanting Jim to enjoy her thighs. She had all morning and she intended to play the game all the way. The idea of going all the way made her tremble. She forced it from her mind. One step at a time... one step at a time... it was easier that way.
Jim returned with the boots and sat down. "What do you think of these?" he asked, taking her foot and holding it, his hand unconsciously massaging it.
"I think they're sexy as hell," she purred, looking at the deep-purple suede boots.
"You'll look fabulous in them." His mind had already conjured up fantasies of her standing naked with only the boots on. He slipped her foot inside one of them. "Push."
Sharon smiled wickedly and pushed, making sure her foot pressed against his crotch. She rocked her foot, pressing the sole of the boot into his cock. She stared at him, seeing the lust in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Happens all the time," he lied, zipping up the boot, his hand caressing her knee and the beginning of her thigh. He helped her on with the other boot, using his strength to make her leg go up, which in turn skimmed her skirt almost to her crotch.
"Ooooooo," she cooed, smoothing her skirt down, only after Jim saw she wasn't wearing any panties. She squiggled her foot down in the boot, noticing beads of perspiration on his brow as he zipped up the boot. "Is anything the matter?"
"Nothing," he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. His head spun with desire. She wasn't wearing panties! "You can see how they fit now."
Sharon stood up. "Ohhhh. You want me to model them for you?" She winked at him.
"I'd love it," he said, ogling her openly, his cock throbbing wildly in his pants. "Take all the time you need." He glanced nervously at the door, hoping no one would come in.
"Modeling for you is turning me on," she sighed. She walked to the front of the store again, her ass swaying like liquid mercury beneath her silky skirt. She spun on her heels, paused for effect and walked back, her blue eyes glowing with passion. "I love the way they fit, Jim."
"You look great in them." It was all he could say. He wanted to grab her and drag her into the stockroom. He held his aroused passion in check, wanting her to lift her skirt again, but apprehensive about asking.
Sharon saw the dilemma on his flushed and excited face. "How do my legs look in these?" she asked, knowing this was what he wanted. She lifted her skirt slowly, seeing the lust in his eyes burn brightly the higher she lifted her skirt. She stopped. "Do they look better in these or the cowboy boots?" Her entire body was a mass of tingling sensations.
"You have to lift more," he found himself saying. "These boots go higher than the cowboy boots."
She smiled hotly. "Ohhhhh, I see." She inched her skirt higher, until the hem of her skirt was at her crotch. "If I go higher than this, you'll see my pussy."
Jim's head was reeling. This bitch was a real turn-on. "Turn around and let me see how you look from the back." The blood was surging through his veins, throbbing in his temples as he leered at Sharon.
"Like this?" She turned slowly, her flesh melting under his hot stare.
"Walk," he groaned.
Making sure Jim saw nothing but a peek of her delicious ass cheeks, she walked to the door leading to the stockroom and turned. "Did you enjoy that?"
"More than you think."
She walked back. She dropped her skirt and sat down. "I'll take these, Jim." She licked her full sensuous mouth with the tip of her pink tongue, making her lips glisten enticingly. "Your eyes told me they were the most alluring and sexy." She placed her foot deliberately on the stool, the sole of her boot hitting his crotch. Her skirt slid smoothly up her thigh and she parted her legs.
Jim gaped at the beautiful sight she was presenting. Her exposed cunt was there for his eyes to feast upon. He gulped, ogling the hint of pussy lips peeking at him from underneath her skirt. He forgot about taking her boots off and just stared, his eyes glued to her pussy and creamy tan thighs.
"What are you looking at, Jim?" she asked demurely, trembling. She parted her legs even farther.
He decided to be bold. If she was just a prick-teaser, she'd leave. Until then, he was going to press and with a little luck, get her into the stockroom. "I'm looking at your cunt."
"Do you like looking at my pussy?" she asked, knowing the answer from the way he was drooling.
He nodded, his hand caressing the suede of her boot as he traveled up her calf to her bare thigh. He kneaded her smooth flesh, his hand shaking.
"Why don't you touch it?" she mewled, loving the way her parted legs hypnotized him. "It's all wet and juicy."
Jim's hand slipped underneath her skirt and inched up to her pussy. His finger slipped through the swollen lips of her cunt, the hot juices of her pussy soaking his finger. "You're soaked."
"I know. Modeling for you turned me on." She squirmed in the chair. "Finger-fuck me, Jim. I'd love to come off while I sit here."
Jim looked up as a customer entered. "I can't. There's a customer."
"So?" she purred, the excitement of someone else in the store adding to her pleasure. "Let them wait. My pussy is dripping and I want you to finger me."
He was desperate. Unconsciously, his finger slipped easily inside her pussy. He needed her, needed her badly. He stroked his finger in and out of her cunt as she whimpered softly. "Ohhhhhh," she sighed, wriggling her ass on the chair as Jim fingered her hungry pussy. She glanced around, seeing the customer in the front of the store examining some shoes. It turned her stomach into jelly. "Aaaaaaah." The fact that the woman could walk to the rear of the store at any time drove her wild. Fear added to her passionate state. She was beginning to understand Steve and liking it herself.
Jim was out of his mind with lust. The customer in the front of the store was no longer of any importance to him. The hot pulsing pussy he was fingering was his only concern.
"Ohhhhh, Jim," she purred, clamping her thighs shut, capturing his hand and buried fingers. She placed her boot against his crotch, pressing into his hard, aching cock.
Jim groaned, yearning to fuck this sexy bitch right here and now. The hell with the customer or his job. "In the stockroom, he groaned. "Let's go in the stockroom."
"Why, Jim?" she asked, teasing him out of his mind as she squirmed on his buried fingers.
"You know why," he whispered low, not wanting the customer to hear.
"I want you to tell me," she moaned, his finger driving her crazy. She glanced at the customer, her eyes fiery-blue pieces of hot ice. "He'll be with you soon." She turned her attention back to Jim. "Tell me."
"I want to fuck you," he rumbled, clawing her spongy pussy walls with the tip of his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, wanting the same thing. "What about her?"
The woman was approaching them, an impatient look on her stern face. Jim pulled his hand out from Sharon's cunt, his face flushed.
Sharon looked up at the woman, not bothering to lower her skirt, not caring if the woman saw her thighs. She waved. "You want to sit here beside me?" she taunted.
The woman leered objectionably at Sharon and stormed out of the store.
"I don't think she likes my legs as much as you do," Sharon sighed. She stood up. "Can we go in the back now?"
Jim stood up, his cock bulging. He went to the front to lock up.
"Oh, no," she sighed. "Don't lock it." She put out her hand. "C'mon. I want you."
Reluctantly, Jim came to her and led her into the stockroom.
"I hope no one comes back and sees us," Sharon moaned, wishing just the opposite. "I wouldn't want anyone to see what you're going to do to me." She went into his arms and kissed him, snaking her tongue between his parted lips and grinding her belly into his raging hardon. "You are going to fuck me, aren't you?" There was a sparkle in her eyes.
"You're not shittin', Jim said, running his hand down over her full rich hips. His hand pulled on the silky material of her skirt, lifting it above her ass. He kneaded the warm supple flesh of her ass cheeks as he kissed her eager mouth and flushed face.
"I can't wait," Sharon purred, keeping him toward the front of the storeroom in the hopes that someone might come in and see them.
She came out of his arms, panting, her large tits heaving under the tight fitting top. "Let me strip, honey," she moaned. "I hate clothes interfering." She licked her lips, a hungry expression on her face. "You too."
"I... I... can't."
"You can, if you want my pussy," she threatened. "I told you I hate clothes. It ruins it for me." She pulled her top over her head, her voluptuous tits bouncing freely. "How do you like them?" She cupped them in her hands, hefting them to his face, taunting him, driving him to where he would do anything for her pussy.
"They're gorgeous," he groaned. He reached out for them, but she pulled them away. His hypnotic expression changed to puzzlement.
"Not unless you strip," she sighed. She was dying to see his cock. She unhooked her skirt, dropping it to the floor. "I better pick it up. I don't want it dirty."
Sharon took a step and bent over, keeping her long tan legs straight, the plush purple spike heeled boots adding spice to her exquisitely naked body as she picked up the skirt. She remained in the erotic position for a moment, letting Jim devour her with his eyes. Jim leered hungrily at her perfectly shaped ass. A thin line of white creamy flesh, where her bikini protected her from the sun, contrasted deliciously with the rest of her lusciously tan body. He quickly pulled at his belt. He couldn't wait any longer.
Sharon stood up and faced him, watching him strip off his pants. She was shivering with passion. Winking, she turned. "I'll be right back." She walked toward the door, stopping before the archway that separated the store from the stockroom. Naked, she peered out. The place was empty.
Jim had his clothes off in a flash and leered at her. His cock was twitching for relief and he walked up behind her, pressing his dick into the small of her back. "I'm ready for you," he moaned, the heat between them making him shake.
"It would be nice to fuck out there," she sighed dreamily, knowing it was impossible. She turned in his arms and kissed him. Their hot bodies clamped together, her tits rubbing into his hairy chest, the nipples tingling from the rough contact. .
"Jesus," he groaned, his cock burning into her belly like a branding iron. He tried easing her back to the rear of the stockroom, but she refused to move.
"Here, honey," she purred sensuously. "Fuck me here." Her hand slipped down to his ass. "I want to be as close to the front as possible." she dropped slowly, sliding down his body until she was on her knees, his prick against her cheek.
He looked down at her, then out at the store. If anyone came in and happened to walk back, they would be in for a shock or a treat, depending on their point of view. It made him churn inside and he ran his fingers through her long honey-blonde hair. "What ever you want, baby," he groaned as her hot breath on his prick turned his mind to mush.
She looked up at him, a hot grateful sheen to her eyes. "Thanks." Without saying another word, she engulfed his cock between her lips, taking his prick head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cocktip like a snake slithering through the grass.
"Unnnnnn," he groaned, glancing down at her blonde head and the empty store beyond. If it wasn't happening, he never would have believed it. He jabbed his prick into her mouth, driving the head of his dick into her throat.
Sharon sucked, her hands gripping his tight ass, her painted nails digging sadistically into his flesh. She slurped on his dick, soaking it with her spit. In one swift gulp, she swallowed the entire dick, then pulled her mouth off. "Ohhhh," she gasped, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed and her lips wet with spit. "I'm ready to be fucked."
She stood up and leaned against the shelves of stacked shoe boxes. "Will you suck me first?"
Jim nodded and lowered his head to the large tan tit, the creamy white flesh only a narrow strip that barely covered the nipples of her voluminous tits. He sucked one silver-dollar nipple into his mouth.
Sharon groaned, her knees buckling from his sucking mouth. It turned her pussy into a vat of bubbling juices. "Ooooooh, Jim," she whimpered, holding him to her tit, breastfeeding him as she reached down and grabbed his boner. "Suck! Oh, suck!"
Jim chewed and sucked, his hands roaming freely over her flesh, kneading and caressing her silken skin.
He came away from her spit-soaked tit, his mind drowning in the lust she had stirred in his cock. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to a desk not far from the door.
"Ooooooh, you're hurting me," she gasped.
"Not as much as I will, if you don't bend over that God damn desk," he growled, his patience gone, his passion controlling his every move.
"Mmmmmmmm. I like you when you're macho," she teased, leaning against the desk, her tits sticking out, the nipples swollen and aching from his mouth. She posed, her ass propped against the desk. "Why don't you turn me around?"
Jim grabbed her, jerking her around and pushing her down on the desk top. "Don't move." He surveyed her lush body and the suede high-heel boots that covered her leg up to her knees. Her ass was firm, her long legs straight, her upper torso prone across the desk.
"Do it to me," she squealed, her passion out of control. "Fuck me!" she squiggled her ass at him, the action making her clit rub against the desk. "Ooooooh!"
Jim came up behind her, oblivious to anyone who cared to look in the storeroom. He gazed at her body prostrated before him. His cock swelled, his balls ached from the heavy load of cum they carried. He was ready for her. He gripped his cock in his fist and slipped it between her outstretched legs, up through the gash of her dripping cunt. The contact was absolutely fantastic!
"OHHHHHH, Jim! Fill me! Put it in!
He pushed his cockhead between her puffy cuntlips and released his prick from his grasp. He held her hips, spread her ass cheeks, and ogled the tiny wrinkled hole of her exquisite ass. In one powerful lunge forward, Jim slammed his dick into Sharon's waiting pussy. "Uggggghhhh!" he groaned, burying his dick to the root in her greased pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed, his powerful thrusts slamming her clit into the hardwood desk, making lights flicker behind her eyes. "Hard! Fuck me hard!" She wanted that hard painful feeling again in her clit. She pushed back, wiggling her hips at him.
Jim banged her mercilessly into the desk, his prick bulging inside her pussy. His hips and driving ass moved in a blur as he pounded her over and over again into the hard edge of the desk.
"Ahg! Agh!" Sharon moaned, each time his strong meaty dick whacked into her cunt. She clawed the desk top, her face turning red as she raced towards her orgasm. She held her arms outstretched, trying to grasp the other side of the desk for support. His pounding dick was driving her insane and she thought at any minute, he would push her through the desk.
Jim eased up, not wanting, to cream inside her too quickly. It wasn't everyday he had an opportunity to fuck such a lovely bitch and he didn't want it to end so soon. He pulled out to the tip, leaving only the head of his cock between her pussy cuntlips. His shaft was coated with a frothy cream, a sticky froth created by his jabbing cock and her oozing juice.
"Put it back! Put it back!" she screamed, not caring if anyone heard. "Fuck meeeee!" she wriggled and twisted on the desk, mashing her own clit into the wood top. Her tits were crushed beneath her, the nipples aching painfully from the hard cool surface. She was delirious! "FUCK MEEEEE!"
Her screams brought Jim back to reality for the moment and he realized that if he didn't fuck her soon, the whole fucking mall would be in here wondering what was going on. "You got it, bitch!" he snarled. He stabbed his prick at her quivering body, forcing it deep, his balls slapping against his thighs. Faster and faster, he plunged his dick into her snatch, bringing them both to the beginning of their orgasm.
Sharon began to shudder, her body coiling for the release of the lust that had been building steadily since she walked into the store. "Make me cum! Make me cum!" she shouted, out of her mind with passion as she tottered at the precipice, his cock grinding into her cunt, but not taking her over into her climax. "Ohhhh, God, make me CUM!"
He jabbed into her, his own frustrations screaming for release. He lashed at her body, cutting into her pussy with a ferocious appetite. His hands held her, the tip of his fingers digging into the soft flesh. His head was whirling as his cock swelled to the breaking point.
"Oooohhh! I'm COMINGGGGG!" she screamed hysterically. "I'm cominggggg!" Her body thrashed on the desk. Her clit smashed into the edge of the desk with each stab of his slicing cock, sending her off into orgasmic bliss. Hot enveloping waves of orgastic vibrations swept over her. Her cunt muscles pulsed a steady beat on Jim's bloated prick.
"I'm coming too!" he growled, keeping his voice down so as not to announce it to everyone in the mall. He smacked her body into the desk, his groin slapping wetly into her jiggling ass cheeks. Hot cum spewed from his swollen cock, splattering her pussy with a deluge of white gooey jism.
"I feel your cum in me! OH, JIM! Squirt me! Squirt me!" She was overwhelmed by the onrushing orgasm that held her in its tight grip. She lashed back, humping her pussy at his shooting dick, then allowing him to slam her back into the desk. Her head lifted back, her eyes bulged in their sockets and the cords in her neck became taut like frozen rope. Her legs came off the floor, her body at the complete mercy of Jim's dick as he thrust it again and again in her tight-gripping twat. His hot jism squirted out until it overflowed and ran down her quivering thighs and onto his slapping balls.
Jim's head began swimming as his cock continued to explode inside the hot broiling inferno of her cunt. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight. His jaw was set firm and his face tinged red as he blasted her pussy with a spray of jism.
Sharon became a blob of jello, her mind gone, her body responding by instinct to the torturous action of Jim's squirting cock. She screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her pussy for the last time. He released her and she collapsed, her muscles turning to butter as she floated down from the peak of her orgasm.
"Oooooo! Aaaaaaa!" she panted, twitching spastically on the desk as Jim stopped pumping, his cock still spurting inside her cunt. "Ohhhhh, Jim! Jim!"
Jim slipped his cock out of her clenching cunt, his passion gone, his sense of reality confronting him. The store! He grabbed his clothes and dressed as fast as he could.
With his cock out of her cunt, Sharon slithered to the floor. "I wish someone saw us," she purred, her own passion still lingering. "It was terrific."
"Thanks, babe," he said, fixing his pants, preparing to go back to the store. "You better get dressed."
Sharon stood up, her naked body covered with a thin film of sweat. "I know." She felt some panic, but not as much as with Phil in the parking lot. She wanted to stand in the doorway, like she had done earlier, but she couldn't budge. She grabbed her clothes and backed up to the rear of the stockroom, still not completely at ease.
She spotted someone as they stepped into the stockroom just as she was hooking her skirt. "Who are you?" she asked, embarrassed, but not hiding it under a veil of brashness.
"I work here," the startled girl explained. "Who are you?"
"A friend of Jim," Sharon said. She pulled her top on over her head, seeing the shocked look on the girl's face while she ogled her bouncing tits. She fixed her hair casually. "He sold me a pair of boots."
"I can see," the girl said. She left, going to another part of the stockroom for some shoes.
Refreshed and feeling terrific, Sharon stepped out into the brightly lit store and walked over to the counter where a flustered and embarrassed Jim was waiting for her. "You were terrific, Jim," Sharon purred. She looked at the box he was holding. "My old shoes inside?"
"Yes," he said.
Sharon opened her purse and laid three twenty dollar bills on the counter. "The girl is cute. Have you fucked her?"
"No," Jim said. He handed her the change.
"You should try. You got a great cock." She blew him a kiss and waved to the girl who was watching her from the rear of the store.
Outside, she began to shake. The facade of being a brazen slut had taken a lot out of her, but she enjoyed it immensely. She walked through the mall, heading for the entrance, the soft suede boots feeling like gloves on her feet.
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon walked out of the mall and to her car. She put the shoe box in the trunk. She heaved a deep sigh. Semipublic sex was a lot more fun and exciting than she ever hoped it would be. Instead of just suffering through it to please Steve, she was looking forward to it again.
She headed back to the mall, anxious to try another escapade of semipublic sex. Each step mushed the cum in her cunt from Jim's squirting cock. It thrilled her, knowing she was walking around with no panties and a pussy full of male jism.
A man held the door open for her as she entered the mall. She smiled warmly, brushing her tit against his arm. "Thanks," she cooed, giving him her hottest stare.
"My pleasure," he said, watching her walk away, her ass swaying underneath her wispy silk shirt, her long slender legs accentuated by the spike-heeled purple boots. He shook his head, thinking about how nice it would be to take her to bed for the afternoon.
Sharon walked slowly, her hips swinging erotically. She felt the stare of the man on her ass and it warmed her heart. Exhibitionism could become a real habit. She stepped inside a coffee shop and sat at the counter. After ordering coffee, she smiled at the man behind the counter and leaned forward, giving him an unabashed view of her naked tits inside her low-cut top.
With shaking hands, the young man set her coffee down in front of her.
"Thanks," she mewled, inhaling deeply and giving him a delicious look at her nipples straining at the material. She lowered her voice. "You're peeking."
The young man blushed and left, leaving Sharon alone with her coffee and her thoughts. She sipped the coffee, feeling his eyes on her. She wanted a new thrill, a more daring thrill. She finished her coffee and rummaged through her purse, dropping some change on the counter. She stood up, making every effort to flash her body. She waved to the man who had delivered her coffee and blew him a kiss, giggling when he blushed.
Back in the mall promenade, she headed for the park to sit on a bench and plan her next erotic experiment. She grinned at some obvious appreciative whistles from some exuberant boys as she passed the amusement arcade.
Outside, with the expansive park in front of her, Sharon strolled down a winding path, away from the mall and the stores. The serene midday air along with the chirping sounds of the birds and an occasional chipmunk scampering from tree to tree stimulated her. She felt truly alive!
She sat down on the bench, thinking how wonderful it would be to fuck right out here on the grass. It made a hot shivery ripple shoot down her spine. She crossed her leg, her skirt riding up her thigh. She rested an arm on the back of the bench and closed her eyes, allowing the sun to kiss her tan face.
The sun felt good against her face and she almost dozed off. She heard a twig snap and opened her eyes. The glare of the sun made everything appear blurry for a second. Shading her eyes, she spotted a boy about ten, maybe fifteen feet away. He was staring at her and when her eyes settled on him, he froze in his tracks.
"Are you looking at me?" she asked, the sun blocking her from seeing his features.
The boy didn't answer.
"C'mon over and sit down." She waved to him. "Don't be shy. We can talk."
The boy hesitated, then began walking toward her. He sat down on the bench at the other end, leaving plenty of room between them. He was entranced by her exquisite beauty and overpowering sexuality. "You're gorgeous."
She recognized him as one of the boys in the arcade. "Thank you. I don't know your name."
"It's Billy," he said, trying to keep his eyes off her tits, but failing. "What's yours?"
"Sharon," she said, liking the boy. "How old are you?"
"How old are you?"
"Old enough," she purred, liking the boy's courage. "Where's your friends?"
"Inside. Playing pinball. They were chicken."
"About what?" she teased.
"Following you out here."
"Why don't you sit a little closer so I don't have to shout."
Billy slid over, a hint of her exotic perfume turning him to a quivering mass of nerves. He sat quietly, unable to think of anything to say. "Maybe I ought to leave," he finally said, feeling like an idiot.
"No! No!" she said, not wanting the boy to leave. A hot dirty thought formulated inside her pretty head. "Stay and keep me company for awhile. I like talking to you."
Billy's eyes were glued to her tits. "Sure." He forced his eyes off them and stared at her beautiful face.
"Do you have a girl friend, Billy?" she asked, inching closer to him.
"A few," he bragged, trying to act older.
She straightened her back, the movement jutting her tits out even further and making Billy's eyes pop as he fantasized about the beautiful woman. Her hand rested on her own knee and she gradually inched up her skirt, revealing delicious warm flesh for Billy to ogle.
"You really like looking at women, don't you?" she asked, her piercing eyes challenging him.
Billy looked away. "I like looking when they're as pretty as you." He dropped his head, studying his hands nervously. He could feel her eyes boring into him and the back of his neck prickled.
"You mean when they're not wearing a bra, don't you?" she taunted, enjoying his youthful blushing.
"My friends almost creamed their jeans when they saw you coming," he said boldly, looking at her.
"What about you, Billy? Did you almost cream your jeans?" she asked, smiling lewdly.
He grinned.
"So that was why you came out in the park and followed me here. You wanted to see my tits again."
He gulped and stared at her. He wasn't quite sure he heard her right. "What?"
"You heard me," Sharon crooned, her eyes directly on the boy. "You came out here to see my tits again." She licked her lips and leaned forward, her huge pillowy tits crushing together, highlighting her cleavage for the boy's horny lustful gaze.
Billy's eyes bugged out. "Christ! They're so damn big!"
She glanced quickly around. There was no one in sight. She took his hand. "You want to touch them?" Her hot sultry voice caressed the boy, almost making him come in his jeans.
"You kidding?"
"I wouldn't tease you, Billy." She rested her hand on his knee. '"I'd like you to touch them."
"Out here?" He couldn't believe this beautiful woman was telling the truth. He half expected her to scream at the first movement of his hand. He had heard his father talk about prick-teasing women.
"Do I have to put your hand on my tit?" she asked, yearning for Billy to touch her, wanting him to do it out in the open, here in the park where anyone could watch or catch them. The idea was turning her on more and more.
Billy decided to take a chance. He glanced furtively around the park, hoping no one was looking. Satisfied, he reached out and put his hand on her tit. His hand shook as he squeezed her tittie flesh. It was unbelievably soft. His mind swam in the eroticism of Sharon's tit.
"Aaaaaaa," she sighed. "It gets me hot when someone squeezes my tit. Did you like it?"
He pulled his hand away, the contact making his young cock ache. He looked around again, wanting to touch her, but he was nervous. He didn't want to get caught.
Sharon touched his crotch. "You have a hardon, Billy," she sighed. "Did touching my titties get you hot?"
Billy nodded, his mouth parched, his eyes watering as he stared at her. "Can I touch you again?"
"Sure, Billy. Touch me all you want." She leaned forward again. "Why don't you go inside my top and feel my nipple?"
Billy reached out, his hand shaking, his palm sweaty as he slipped his hand down her top, his fingers encircling her huge tit, the nipple burning into his palm. "You got more than I can hold," he remarked nervously.
"More than your girl friends?" she asked, her flesh tingling from his exciting young inexperienced hand. "Squeeze, Billy."
"Christ, yes," he answered, obeying her wish and squeezing her large tit, his fingers sinking into the soft pliable flesh. Except for a few cheap feels, this was the first time he had actually played with a tit.
"Don't neglect my other tit, Billy," she cooed, the juices in her pussy mixing with the load of cum from Jim's cock. "They both need playing with."
Billy was overjoyed with the prospect of playing with both her ultra-soft tits. He began to forget where he was and fondled her tits openly, his hand greedily pawing her soft tittie flesh.
"Have you ever played with your girl friend's tits?" Sharon asked, her flesh prickling with goose bumps while Billy fondled her tits in broad daylight in the public park.
Her blue eyes stared into his, waiting for his answer. It made the teen-age boy tell the truth. He shook his head, embarrassed about his inexperience.
"I'm glad I'm the first, Billy," she sighed, his hands driving her wild. "Go underneath. You're stretching my top."
Billy was shaking. His hands came out of her top. He swallowed hard, his eyes misting with desire. He wanted to see them badly. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby. "Can I see your tits?" he asked hopefully.
Excited about flashing her tits in the public park, Sharon shivered feverishly. This would be exactly what Steve wanted. She glanced around, concerned about anyone being too close and thinking how nice it would be if someone were to see them from a safe distance away.
"Please," he said, believing she wasn't going to do it.
"I'd love to show you my tits," she sighed, biting her lip. With her hands trembling, she lifted her top, baring her rib cage and stopping when some of her hot tittie flesh peeked out. She leaned toward the young boy. "You do the rest."
Billy's sweaty hands lifted the top over her plump tits until they were fully exposed. "Ohhh! Jesus!" His breathing was rapid and shallow. It was like looking at a centerfold model. "Shit... they're gorgeous!" he exclaimed exuberantly.
"I'm glad you like them," Sharon purred, getting off on the boy's obvious pleasure. "Play with them."
Billy was excited by his hands sinking into the billowing flesh, the band of white that crossed each tit, and the swollen nipples that were pink, the tips like tiny knobs.
Sharon watched his groping hands, glancing around occasionally to make sure no one was coming. Billy's hands got her hotter and hotter. She blinked away her rising passion, spotting a man walking toward them. "Quick, Billy! Someone is coming." She sat up, pulling her top down and gasping fresh gulps of air into her lungs as they watched the man pass.
"He really liked looking at your legs," Billy said.
"I noticed," Sharon replied. She glanced down at her skirt. It was practically up to her crotch. "He did get an eyeful." She uncrossed her legs and started to pull her skirt down.
"Please don't," Billy asked. "I like looking at your legs."
"Okay, Billy," She leaned back, parting her legs slightly and leaving her skirt high. Her breathing was deep ragged breaths. Having the teen-ager sitting on the bench beside her, ogling her body was turning her into a crazy woman. She wanted to do something besides sit. Her pussy was dripping and she wanted his cock.
Billy was going nuts. He was about to grab her, but was afraid she would scream. "Can I touch you again?" he asked, leering at her long bared legs.
"Why don't you go under my skirt, Billy? Wouldn't you like to touch my pussy?"
He didn't bother to say another word. She might change her mind. He moved closer and placed his tremulous hand on her bare knee. Mesmerized, Billy slipped his hand up her smooth thigh and under her skirt. He touched the wet sticky folds of her pussy lips. "Unnnn," he groaned, sucking his breath in suddenly.
"You're getting me hot, Billy," she sighed, squirming on the bench and rubbing her pussy against his hand. She looked down at his hand concealed by her skirt and placed her hand on his crotch. "Can I see your cock now?"
Billy gulped back his surprise. "Here?" His hand came out from under her skirt.
"Why not?" she teased. "You saw my tits. Why can't I see your cock?" As an added inducement, she lifted her skirt for a brief second, giving the shocked teen-age boy a quick peek at her furry twat, the neatly trimmed bush of reddish-brown hair forming a triangle.
"Jeez!" he blinked and Sharon's pussy was covered again. "I can't take it out here."
Sharon stood up. "Then, I guess I'll have to leave. Maybe I can find someone who isn't chicken. Maybe one of your friends."
Billy gazed hotly at Sharon as she stood, ready to walk away. His eyes devoured her from the tip of her suede boots to her beautiful face. He couldn't let her go. He was going out of his mind! He desperately looked around. "How about over there?" he asked, pointing to a secluded spot, away from the path.
Sharon's eyes followed his finger. It was out in the open, yet secluded enough for some real fooling around. It was perfect! She licked her lips. "Why not?" She offered Billy her hand as he stood up. "We're going to have a ball."
Billy was excited beyond his wildest dreams. He was going to the bushes with a woman! Holy shit! He thought he was dreaming. Her warm hand squeezing his, reminded him it was no dream. His first impulse was to run. Instead, he walked with her, helping her through the grass. Her heels dug into the soft earth, making it difficult for her to walk the distance to the secluded spot hidden by trees and bushes.
"Ohhh," she gasped, leaning against a tree once they were there. "I almost broke my neck." She giggled nervously, scanning the park. This was dangerous and she knew it, but a challenge well worth the effort in ridding herself of her fears.
"Can I see you again?" Billy asked, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He was about to burst in a fit of excitement. He sat on his haunches, anxious for her to lift her skirt.
"Only if you'll take out your cock for me," she bargained.
He consented and she raised her skirt, enjoying the fresh air while she exposed herself to the young boy. She lifted her skirt above her hips, exhibiting her pussy, soft belly, and bellybutton to Billy's ravenous stare.
"Shit!" His mouth dropped open in amazement. "Jeez!"
Sharon thrived on the boy's expression, "Now you, Billy boy," she purred, sliding easily down until she was on the ground, her skirt around her waist, the cool earth on her bare ass cheeks and her legs spread. "Now you, my handsome young stud."
Billy stood up, the height of the bushes blocking the lower half of his body from being seen. He leered down at the beautiful woman and fumbled with his pants. His excitement and desire was making it impossible for him to cope with the simple mechanics of pulling down his zipper.
"Let me," she purred like a kitten. "C'mere, Billy."
Billy stood over her, one foot on each side of her bare thighs. He was shaking, trying to control himself, but failing miserably. He moved his hand away from his pants and waited for her to open his zipper, his eyes fastened on her cunt.
Sharon reached up and expertly pulled down his zipper. She fumbled with his shorts, groping for his cock. "Ooooo," she mewled, her long delicate fingers winding around the thick throbbing stem of his dick. "I got it!" She yanked it out and gasped. It was a pleasant surprise. She had thought he might be small, but the size of his cock measured up to most men.
"You got a nice-sized prick, Billy," she said, complimenting the nervous boy.
His left leg was shaking uncontrollably while Sharon fondled his cock. He tried resting all his pressure on the leg to keep it from twitching, but it didn't help. He was too excited, too hot.
Sharon, seeing his problem, got up off the ground. She stood up, freeing his prick. She wiped the dirt and grass off her ass. "It's peaceful here, Billy," she said, calming the teen-ager so she could enjoy sucking him and not have him cum in her mouth the second she placed her lips around his prick. "Anyone can see us, except the bushes hide us from the waist down. It's terrific!"
Billy relaxed a little. The fact that he had picked the place made him feel important.
"Have you ever been here with a girl before?" Sharon asked, a disarming smile on her face. She touched his prick again, feeling it throb in her hand, but without the tension of before.
"Once," he said. "I thought I was going to be lucky." He blushed. "When I put my hand on her tit, she cried and ran away. Christ, I thought she was going to bring her father back here."
"You don't have to worry about me," Sharon said, stroking his cock. "We're going to have a lot of fun." She dropped his prick and lifted her skirt to her waist, looking out over the park and the bench where they first met. There was an old man sitting there, feeding a squirrel and a woman walked by him. It was fascinating. Here she was, exposing her pussy to a boy in broad daylight with people only a few yards away and no one knew. It made her head whirl.
Billy ogled her cunt and slender legs, the boots and their high heels making her legs seem longer. He wanted to see everything... touch everything.
"You like looking at me, huh?" she asked, her body quivering.
"Yesssss," His voice was hollow, his eyes glued to the soft silky hair that decorated her cunt.
"Lean against the tree, Billy. I have a surprise for you."
Anxious to do anything the sexy woman wanted, Billy complied, his prick jutting out from his pants. "What are you doing to do?"
"You'll see," she purred, like the cat about to devour the canary. "Close your eyes."
With his eyes shut, Billy took deep even breaths, trying to keep calm.
Sharon got to her knees. She stroked his prick and looked up at his eager young face. "Keep your eyes closed, Billy."
Billy nodded, squeezing his eyelids tighter, showing her that he wasn't peeking. Her hand wrapped around his cock was driving him insane and he felt dizzy.
Sharon, hidden from sight by the bushes, opened her mouth and blew hot air on the bulbous tip of his prick, teasing him as she held the base of his cock in her tight grasp.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned, feeling her breath, a knot forming in his stomach. "What?"
"Sssssshhh," she hushed him, blowing her hot breath on his cock-She flicked out her tongue, sweeping it across his red glistening prick head.
"Aaaaaahhhh," he moaned, the touch of her wet tongue on his cock sending him into spastic convulsions. His stomach churned as her lips encircled his reddish cockhead.
Sharon sloshed her tongue all around his prick, her hand clasping the base of his dick. She-clenched the base tighter, keeping the boy from losing all control and blasting her mouth with his jism before she had the chance to eat his cock for awhile.
"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, his body twitching. He opened his eyes and stared hotly down at the horny woman. Seeing the head of his dick in her mouth and feeling her tongue dance on his sensitive flesh was tearing his emotions to shreds. This wasn't something out of a wet dream. It was actually happening and to him!
Sharon slipped her mouth off his cock, her hand still tight around the base, her grip holding back his cum like a dam holds back the water. "How do you like having your dick sucked?"
He was agog. His balls felt as if they were going to explode. He blinked repeatedly, focusing on the beautiful woman kneeling before him.
"I'm going to eat you until you cum in my mouth," she explained, the words bombarding the teen-age boy who never climaxed any other way except with his hand. "I'm going to suck you, lick you, and chew you until you cream me.
He was too dumfounded to speak. He stared.
Sharon noticed the trance she had put him in. It excited her and she looked up over the bushes. "Keep an eye out, Billy. I don't want to have to suck everyone in the park."
She returned to his cock. She gulped the head into her mouth and sucked, sending the inexperienced boy into heavenly bliss. She gobbled hungrily on his prick, swallowing him up until her clinging lips touched her fingers that were clenching his thick pulsing shaft.
Swirling her tongue around his dick, soaking him with her spit, she felt the rising tide within her hand and knew she couldn't hold back his climax much longer. Soon, it would be too strong for anything to hold it in check.
Taking advantage of the few moments she had, Sharon slurped and licked noisily, her tongue fluttering on the meaty shaft, whirling around in circles and teasing his piss-slot. She drew in her cheeks and sucked hard, sinking her teeth into the steel shaft, making the boy almost crumble to the ground.
"Un! Unnnnn!" he groaned, not bothering to see if anyone was watching. He was too caught up in her hot mouth and the exquisite joy it was bringing him. He humped her face, trying to squirm free of her hand as it held his prick a prisoner, denying him the final joy of coming.
Sharon worked her mouth back and forth on his dick, sucking and licking, using her teeth against the thin skinned shaft to torment him. With the pressure building inside his balls, she prepared herself for the river of youthful cum that was seconds away in coming.
"Unnnnngggggg," he growled, his ass jerking spasmodically. "Let go! Let go!" The pain in his balls was unbearable.
Sharon released his cock, holding her head firmly, ready for the boy's assault on her mouth with his prick. It finally came. It came in a torrential gush.
With his eyes rolling up in his head and his body bucking, Billy's cock exploded. An outpour of cum filled her sucking mouth. "I'm comingggg!" he groaned, leaning his head back against the tree, his eyes rolling up at the clear blue sky. "I'm... comingggg!"
Sharon gulped, taking the hot steady river of cum down her gullet. She swallowed it fast, matching her gulps with his rhythmic stream. She held his humping hips, taking the head of his cock down her throat as he slammed into her face, his balls whacking her chin.
"Ummmmmm," Billy moaned. His mind was fuzzy with lust. Over and over again, he filled her mouth with his gooey cum. His lips were unbelievably soft on his cock, taking him to the peak once more and over the top into a second orgasm that almost made him fall. He reached behind him and held the trunk of the tree for balance as he banged his body into Sharon's face.
Sharon gulped every drop the boy spent. She clung to his cock until he was over it. As he settled down, his movements became less erratic. She took one last suck, sliding her mouth off his dick, hating to relinquish her hold on it.
"Ohhhh, jeez, lady," Billy groaned. "I never came like that in my whole life!"
"I'm glad you liked it, Billy," she cooed, licking the remaining cum inside her mouth and swallowing it. An idea popped into her lust-soaked brain. Sucking the kid had turned her into a furnace.
She leaned against the tree as Billy shoved his limp prick back inside his pants and zipped up. "Why don't you get your two friends and come back here. I'll suck them too." She winked. "After that, I'll bend over and you can fuck me."
Billy was out of his mind. "Don't go away, lady," he said, excited beyond comprehension about losing his virginity. "I'll be right back!"
Sharon waited, enjoying the openness of the park and the danger of being seen. Today would be a day she would remember for a long time. It was a day that would bring her out of her fear and cast her into the exciting world of exhibitionism. She could hardly wait until Billy returned with his friends.
Two hours later, a tired-but-happy Sharon left the park. The experience of sucking Billy's two friends and allowing Billy the privilege of fucking her while she positioned herself doggie style was a big plus in her quest for complete sexual freedom.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?"
"It's me. Steve."
"Oh, hon," she sighed, happy to hear his voice.
"Have you missed me?"
"Terribly, Steve," she pouted. "You miss me?"
"I think about you every minute, baby," he said. "Have you thought over what we talked about before I left?" His tone was serious.
"I've done nothing but think about it," she said, remembering Phil at the airport and Jim at the shoe store. Most of all, she remembered the teen-age boys in the park, the icing on the cake that washed away the last vestige of fear.
"Well?" His voice sounded tight. "Don't keep me in suspense. What's your decision?"
Sharon was silent, deciding whether to tell him now or keep it a surprise until she met him at the airport.
"Christ!" He was impatient. "Tell me!"
His outburst angered her, helping her to make up her mind. If he wanted to be nasty, he could wait. "I haven't made up my mind yet," she said, keeping her voice even, not wanting to give herself away with her inflection. "Jesus Christ, Sharon," he said, his voice cutting. "I'll be home tomorrow evening!"
"Then, I still have time to decide," she snapped. "What time do you want me at the airport?" She changed the subject, feeling his hostility and happy that it would definitely be a surprise to him to find her a changed woman.
"Five-fifteen," he said, his words curt. "We'll talk then."
"Only if you've changed your mind," he snarled. "If not, there's no reason to talk." She smiled into the receiver. "I'll see you then, hon," she said, ending the conversation. "Bye." She paused, letting him stew until tomorrow evening. She heard the phone slam on the other end and she giggled.
"Are you in for a treat," she purred into the dead phone. She laid the receiver gently in its cradle and walked out of the house, wondering what kind of fun she could have for herself before Steve came home. Although yesterday brought her out of her inhibitions, today she wanted to reinforce the idea of fucking out in the open.
She opened the door of her car and she smiled. "Who are you kidding, Sharon?" she said aloud, talking to herself. "You enjoy it too much to stop now."
She settled behind the steering wheel and started the motor. Already, the warm juices in her pussy were beginning to flow in anticipation of the day ahead. Slowly, she backed out of the driveway and headed out of town, her fertile mind trying to hatch an exotic game of sex to indulge herself in.
About ten miles out of town, her patience was worn thin. She didn't want to return to the mall for another escapade. An idea popped into her head as she spotted a large car dealer. She drove by once, the idea becoming more attractive by the minute. She stopped and made a U-turn, heading back to the car lot and showroom. Flicking on the turn signal, she pumped the brake and cut across the highway, pulling onto the lot. She sat for a moment, surveying the large showroom and the expensive new cars on display.
She cut the engine and climbed out, her long tan legs accented by her tight purple shorts and matching suede boots. She put on her sexiest smile and entered the showroom.
Three men at their desks looked up. They stood, each wanting to talk with the beautiful woman in the shorts. Brian, the closest to the door and also the fastest, was by her side in a flash, a warm friendly smile on his smoothly shaven face. The other two men, defeat registering on their faces, sat down again.
Sharon noticed the eagerness of all the salesmen to wait on her. "I thought you all took turns when it's slow," she remarked.
"Not when it comes to someone as fantastically beautiful as you," Brian said, taking her arm and guiding her to his desk, sitting her down in the customer's chair.
She smiled hotly at him. "Thanks for the compliment. I think you say that to all your customers."
"I do," he confessed. "This time I mean it." He took a quick inventory of her-her tan thighs, tight velour shorts that barely covered her, and matching top with the zipper half open, her gorgeous tits peeking out.
"I'd like to discuss trading in my car," she said, crossing her legs and leaning back, not wanting to show too much too soon. "What kind of a deal can you give me?" She was enjoying his hot stare as his eyes devoured her.
He grinned, knowing what he would like to give her. He saw the nipples of her beautiful tits press against the purple top and it made a lump form in his throat. "You looking for anything special?"
"I have an open mind." She smiled at him, the tip of her tongue flicking out. "You have any suggestions?"
"A few, but I think you're interested in cars, though." He winked.
"I believe you're making a pass at me," she purred.
"You read me," he admitted.
Sharon stood up, her high-heel boots giving her added height. "Why don't you show me what you have?" Her blue eyes sparkled devilishly.
"Be glad to," he said. "Do you have a name?" He took her arm, leading her out to the large showroom.
"It's Sharon," she said, liking the forceful way he was taking control. "What's yours?"
"It's Brian," he said, guiding her to a shiny sports car. "I think this might be your style.
Fast and sleek."
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "I've never been called fast before." She climbed in the tiny sports car, luxuriating in the richness of the soft leather. "I like it."
Brian ogled her sitting behind the wheel of the expensive little sports model. "You were made for it."
"I don't know," she sighed, sliding out and standing up, her body inches from his. She could smell the scent of his masculine aftershave. "You smell good." She brushed by him and headed back to his small office, feeling his eyes and the eyes of the two other salesmen burning into her swinging ass.
Brian grinned at his two buddies and shrugged, catching up with her. He latched his arm through hers, guiding her away from his desk to a more secluded spot down the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"To get coffee while we discuss your needs."
Sharon stopped in her tracks. "What needs are we talking about?" she asked, a knowing smile on her full sensuous mouth.
"Whatever needs I can help you with," he said diplomatically.
Sharon stepped back. "I think we can discuss any needs I have at your desk."
"It's more private back here." He tugged on her arm, his groin tightening. "C'mon."
"I'll wait at your desk, Brian. You can bring me my coffee." She winked and turned, walking back to his desk. She turned her head. "I like it strong and hot."
Brian watched her go, then he hurried to the coffee machine. He couldn't make up his mind whether he wanted to fuck her or sell her a car. Both, he figured, was out of the question. He was never that lucky.
Sharon walked around the spacious showroom, enjoying the hot leers from the other salesmen. When she spotted Brian coming back with coffee, she hurried to his desk, her tits bouncing freely underneath the loose-fitting velour top. She caught the eye-popping expressions of the two salesmen and giggled to herself.
She leaned against Brian's desk. "Smells good," she commented.
Brian set the two cups down on his desk and brushed against her tits. The contact was fabulous! "Would you like to take a ride in the car after coffee?"
"Maybe... " She enjoyed the closeness of the car salesman as she sat on his desk, her thigh almost in his face. "I'd like to see other cars too."
Brian glanced at her legs inches from his face. Her crotch was close enough to touch and he wanted to yank her God damn velour shorts down and throw her across his desk. A salacious grin broke out on his face.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"You don't want to know."
"I do." She winked. "Is it dirty?"
"Yes."
"Then, I want to know."
"I was thinking about fucking you on my desk," he said, wondering if it would shock the hot sexy woman.
"Mmmmmm. Sounds fascinating, but I really don't like fucking on desk tops." She licked her lips, remembering Jim in the stockroom of the shoe store. "It's uncomfortable."
Brian looked at her, his blood pressure jumping twenty points as he imagined her spread across the top of his desk with his cock implanted inside her gorgeous snatch. "There's a nice comfortable couch in the other office," he suggested.
Sharon ran her hand through his thick blond hair. "I think we ought to look at some more cars." She smoothed her shorts of imaginary wrinkles and squirmed, the crotch of her shorts digging into the soft folds of her cunt. She caught Brian's lustful gaze.
She let him take her to the far side of the showroom to a large black limousine.
"Mmmmmm. Lots of room in the back if you like playing around in a car," she cooed, thinking about Phil in the airport parking lot. She opened the door and climbed in the back, settling into the crushed velvet seat. "Ohhh, it's so comfy back here. I can stretch my legs."
She glanced out the window, seeing the other two salesmen working at their desks. She slithered down below window level and rubbed her crotch lewdly, her blue eyes taunting Brian as he watched.
"I'll bet it would be great fucking back here," she sighed, squirming on the seat. She dared him with her eyes.
"We can take something out for a spin," he offered. "I'm sure we can find a nice suitable spot and have some fun."
"I'm sure we could," she moaned, her body rippling with desire as she glared hotly at his crotch. She lifted her booted foot, pressing it against his dick. "I'll bet you got a nice hard cock hidden in there."
Brian's head was swimming with passion. "C'mon. I got a nice demonstrator outside. I know just the place."
"For what?" she taunted.
"To fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth. "What else?" He looked at her as if she were crazy.
"What's wrong with right here?" she asked, a wicked grin on her flushed face. "There's plenty of room back here and look at all the gas we'll save."
Brian looked at her as if she were nuts. "Have you lost your mind?" He glanced around, looking into the showroom not too far away. He pointed at the other salesmen. "What about them?"
Sharon shrugged. "What about them," she murmured. "They're busy and won't notice. It's almost as private as a bedroom."
"Suppose-" Sharon cut him off by unzipping her top, exposing her tits to his lustful gaze. "I'm sure you'd like to have these in your mouth." She squeezed them together with her hands, making the soft pliable flesh jiggle. "C'mon in and touch me."
Knowing he was crazy to do this but too hot to refuse the squirming lewd bitch, Brian climbed in, closing the door quietly behind him. He peeked out, the other two salesmen hadn't noticed a thing.
"Don't be so chicken," she taunted, squirming like a snake on the seat, her tits jiggling with each erotic movement.
With all the room in the back, Brian inched over between her legs, stroking the soft silky skin of her thigh. "Christ, you must be a hot and horny bitch, wanting to fuck right in the God damn showroom."
"Who said we were going to fuck?" she sighed breathlessly, continuing to tease him. She stroked her tits; running her hand down to her crotch. She moved the crotch of her shorts aside, revealing the wet gash of her red swollen cunt. "No panties, Brian."
He gazed feverishly at her exposed pussy. His mouth clamped onto her thigh and he sucked, licking his way to her crotch. His mouth drew in some of her soft inner thigh meat. The heady scent of her cunt filled his head with fantasy dreams. He was out of his mind and knew it.
"Oooooooooh, Brian," she sighed softly, knowing that not thirty feet away two men were sitting. "You're getting me hot and wet." She pushed against his head, craving his mouth. "Lick me, Brian. Lick my cunt!"
"Yea, baby," he groaned, committed to anything for the chance to fuck this vision of everything that was sexy. His hands gripped her elastic waistband, tugging her shorts down, baring her warm ass and hot pussy. "Just keep your voice down."
"Eeeeewww, yessssssss," she moaned, the crushed velvet material of the expensive seat turning her on. "I'll be quiet as long as I feel your tongue in my cunt."
He eased her shorts off one leg. The gorgeous sight of her bare pussy was a sight that made his cock throb incessantly. "Jessssus! You're exquisite." He ran his hand through her hot moist pussy slot, soaking his fingers in the warm milky juices.
"Lick me, Brian. I taste like sweet honey."
He knew he was crazy, but he couldn't stop himself from sampling the sweet meat of her pussy. His mouth clamped on her cunt, his tongue curling into her opening. He lapped the walls of her pussy, feeling the contracting muscles pulse against his tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Brian," she moaned softly, squiggling her ass on the expensive backseat cushion. She was delirious with joy. Both of them were hidden from view below the back windows. Only if someone were to look inside the car, would they be discovered. It thrilled her and made the juices in her aching cunt flow freely. "I'm going to get your seat stained with my cunt juice."
Brian didn't care. His lust-soaked brain was only interested in the hot wet hole against his mouth. He sucked, his chin getting wet from her overflowing pussy juice. His hands smoothed up her body, kneading her hips and soft taut belly. He skimmed over her and underneath her humping ass, clinging to her ass cheeks as she hacked away at his gobbling mouth.
"Oooooh, Brian," she cooed. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" She was ecstatic, thrilled with coming in the back seat of the limousine while only a few feet away people worked. She glanced up. She could see no one and for an instant, wished someone would watch as she climaxed. "Ohhhhh, Christ! I'm going to cream you."
He slurped on her pussy, unconcerned about being seen like this. Her cunt at this moment was the only thing he cared about. He sucked, feasting on the delectable cuntmeat and succulent juices as they flowed into his mouth. He sucked her hard blood-filled clit into his mouth, making Sharon whimper excitedly. Her soft muted cries of pleasure were music to his ears and he dug his fingers into her bouncing ass cheeks.
"Oh! Ahhhh! AGHHLLLLL!" she cried, muffling her outburst of pleasure with her hand. "I'm cominggg! I'm comingggg!" Her voice wavering with passion as she humped his face, creaming his mouth with her hot cum juice. "Aaaaaah!"
Brian gobbled on her exploding pussy, chewing voraciously on her hard, throbbing clit. He sucked on it, shaking his head from side to side as Sharon bumped up and down on the back seat of the limo.
"Unnnn," she groaned, her eyes glistening, her legs shaking as she climaxed all over the salesman's mouth. "You're biting me! Holy fucking Christ!"
Her voice was rising and Brian let go, the reality of being caught a strong possibility. He didn't want to be caught on his knees with a mouth full of pussy. He tried to get more comfortable on the floor of the car and pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket. He wiped his face clean of her frothy cum.
"Oh, Brian," she crooned, not bothering to cover her exposed pussy. "It was fantastic coming on your mouth." She rolled over on her belly. Her sweet ass, with Brian's finger marks imprinted in them, jiggled as she inched over and peeked out the window. The other two salesmen were still busy at their desks and didn't seem to care about anything else.
"What are they doing?" Brian asked, feeling slightly foolish, a slave to his passion and his hard aching cock.
"I think they're sleeping. Is it always this slow in the morning?"
"Be thankful. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have been able to suck you off."
"Ohhhhhh, I don't know about that," she teased. She slid down the floor of the limo. "How would you like your cock sucked?" She grabbed his crotch. "You're hard as stone."
"Unnnnn," he groaned. His passion got the best of him. There was no way he was going to get out of the car without coming. He eased himself up on the seat, scrunching down below the level of the windows. A fast blow job, then back to work. He was sure he had time. "Hurry."
"I'll take my time," she purred, loving every minute of this exotic and dangerous game. She pulled his zipper down. "Unless you want my spit and your cum all over your pants, you better pull them down."
"Jesus!" He was losing his mind. If his boss walked in and found her sucking on his cock, plus juice stains all over the back seat, his ass would be in a sling. Too far gone to argue, he quickly pulled his pants down, baring his erect cock. "Please hurry," he murmured, quiet desperation in his voice.
Her bottom lips formed a pout. "You want a quicky?" she teased. "I don't do quickies."
"Whatever," he groaned, taking one last look at his two friends who were sitting at their desk as if nothing were going on. He slithered down further, angling his body to where he was almost lying down. "Suck it."
"I've been waiting for you to get comfortable," she tantalized. She grabbed his prick in her fist. "It's nice and long, Brian." She leaned over him, licking his towering shaft with the snaking tip of her tongue.
Brian twitched from the first contact, then settled back in the luxurious seat. "Put it in your mouth," he groaned. "Christ! Suck me before someone comes in and screws everything up." He was worried, anxiously waiting to blast the load of jism that was weighing so heavily inside his balls.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, whirling her tongue around the head of his bloated dick. "You taste good." She was having the time of her life and she found herself wanting to get the attention of the other salesmen.
"Suck," he grumbled, keeping his voice down as his blood pressure mounted. "Suck." He jerked up at her hot delicious mouth, trying to ram his prick between her lips.
"Horny, aren't you?" She pulled her mouth away, tormenting him to madness. "Lie still."
Deciding the fastest way to get his nuts off was to obey, Brian remained motionless. He closed his eyes for a moment to pull himself together. This hot bitch on the floor had him coming and going.
Sharon stroked his prick and balls, seeing his tension mount to a feverish pitch. Her own passion was returning and she decided to stop teasing him and get down to the feast that was sticking up from between his hairy legs. She took his prick between her lips, swirling her tongue around and around the tip, then pushed the head way down her throat. With his dick buried in her gullet, she squeezed the base of his long thick cock and sucked. She chewed his shaft, using her teeth on the sensitive underside of his inflated piece of cockmeat.
"Ohhhh, baby! Ohhh, baby!" he groaned quietly, squirming on the car seat, his cock throbbing inside her throat. He humped up, fucking her face with short fierce jabs, trying to get his nuts off, trying to end this crazy situation and get back to reality.
Sharon slobbered on his cock, soaking it, taking the entire length into her throat, her teeth grazing along the length of it. She moved her head from side to side, then brought it forward, bending his cock in her throat.
"Aghhhhhhh," he gurgled, his hard aching prick feeling as if it were going to snap off. He jabbed up into her hot mouth, his prick swelling, about to erupt in her throat. The tension in his groin grew to an explosive crescendo. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tighter, ready to slam her face with his prick.
Sharon gripped his cock at the base and sunk her teeth into the hard firm shaft, cutting off his orgasm before it had a chance to begin. She pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at him, lust and fire sparkling in her blue eyes. "You can't waste your prick on a simple blow job. We got to fuck." She released her hold on his dick.
"Christ, no," he said. "You wanna get me fired?"
"No, I wanna get you laid." She giggled. "Do we do it here, or do I climb out of this car and say you tried to rape me?"
"You... wouldn't!"
"You wanna gamble?"
He eyed her lush ample tits resting on his thigh and his aching cock throbbing between his legs. He ran his fingers through his hair. He knew she had him by the balls. There was no way, he was going to gamble. Besides, he needed to cum desperately or he would suffer the rest of the God damn day. "You know the answer, baby," he groaned, wanting it as much as she did. "I know I'm crazy, but I want your cunt as much as you want to get fucked here in the showroom. We're both hooked."
"I'm so glad you decided to fuck me," she sighed, her juices actively seeping. Her cunt was pulsating in anticipation of having his cock inside her body. "I wouldn't have cried rape."
"I know, baby." He slid off the seat. "Get up and spread them, you hot fuckin' bitch! There's no time like the present."
"Eeeewwww!" she squealed, scrambling up on the seat. "Hurry, my cunt is hurting me. I'm so shittin' hot!"
"I got the same problem." He stroked his hand through her pussy as she became comfortable. "Don't put your legs up on the window when we're fucking, okay?"
"Anything," she moaned. "Just put the thing in me." She wriggled her ass in expectation of his long hulking cock.
With her legs spread, one leg stretched out on the floor and the other bent at the knee, she was positioned for fucking. Her top was pushed up over her massive tits and her face was flooded with lust. She was the picture of the perfect piece of ass. If he had something like this in the back of his car when he was a kid, he knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it. He climbed between her legs, his cock inching toward her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as his cock found the mark. "Ohhhh, God!" she cried raggedly.
Brian pushed, his prick stuffed to the root inside her clenching pussy. She was tight, hot, and alive. He knew that his boss or wild horses couldn't drag him from this cunt until he had filled her with his cum. "Baby!"
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned, humping his groin, his cock deep inside her pussy. She pulled him down on top of her, crushing her tits into his chest. The buttons on his shirt dug into her soft tittie flesh. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Brian settled his position, accustoming himself and making sure of his balance. There was no way he wanted to get started and wind up falling out of her pussy. He eased his ass back, bringing his prick out, then pushed forward, filling her cunt again. The excitement of doing it where he worked and possibly getting fired added to the flames of his passion.
"Unnnnn, Brian," she whimpered, working her ass in rhythm to his easy pace. "Faster! Faster! I can't take it like this, I'll scream!"
It was the last thing he wanted. He stabbed her cunt in a succession of banging thrusts. "Like that, baby?"
"Oooooh, yeaaaaa, honey," she crooned. "Do it again!" She held her breath and waited. "Do it!"
Brian didn't disappoint her. He slammed into her body with a flurry of jabs that brought them both on the fast ride to the summit and their orgasm. Harder and harder, he pounded his prick into her, his cock swelling with each ferocious jab.
Sharon went berserk, humping like a bitch in heat against his thrusting rod, her arms and fingers clawing his back.
"Uh! Unnn! Uhhhnn!" she growled as he whacked her body with a steady stream of tremendous stabs. "I'm there, Brian! I'm there!" Her mouth was at his ear. "Ohhhhh, God! I'm gonna cum all over you and the fucking car! Jesus! Sweet heavenly Jesus!"
Her hot words rang in his ears. He slammed into her squishy cunt with a mindless barrage of powerful thrusts that brought him to the peak. They both hung there, slamming at each other, teetering at the edge. "Ugggggghhllg!" he gurgled, his guttural noises muffled in her soft throat.
Sharon's eyes rolled back in her head. One leg snaked around his back, pulling him deeper. It happened. An explosion burst in her pussy. "I'm comingggggggg!" She soaked his ear with her tongue as if it were a pussy to be licked. "Ohhhhh!"
He felt her orgasm erupt as he stuffed her pussy with his tremendous hardon. Her cunt gripped him, pulsing steadily around his shaft, bringing him over the edge and into the black abyss of his own vibrating climax. He grunted and his prick burst, spraying her pussy with a hot river of thick gooey cum.
"I'm... I'm... " He never bothered to finish his sentence. His orgasm was too powerful, all consuming to speak. He needed all his strength to pound this hot crazy bitch into the fucking car seat.
"Unnnn, fuck meeeeeeee!" she wailed, her voice rising in pitch as her climax seized control of her body and thrashed her around beneath Brian's jabbing cock. She bucked up at him, her hips gyrating in frantic circles. "Fuck meee, Brian!"
Her hot urgent words echoed in the car. The squishing sounds of Brian's cock plowing into her pussy blended with her hot passionate cries. Their grunts and animal moans became the crowning resonance in the close confines of the limousine, blending into a sonata of lust.
Faster and faster, they slammed at each other. Hot cum squirted out of Brian's cock and hot cum gushed from her seeping pussy walls, mixing in a foamy broth of bubbling jism.
"Agggggghhhhh," Sharon wailed, her eyes blinking wildly as her orgasm tossed her about on the seat of the car. "I can't stop!" She bucked and thrashed, graying out while Brian pumped her again and again, his prick gradually losing its strength until it was a limp wet shadow of its former self.
Brian grunted and collapsed on top of Sharon's trembling quivering body. In his lust soaked brain, he knew they had both been howling like wolves at a night moon. He lay still, not about to look up, knowing, sensing that they were no longer alone.
Sharon blinked her eyes, coming back to the world of the living. She focused on the window and saw the grinning faces of the other salesmen. "We have company," she cooed. It turned her on somehow.
"I thought so," Brian grumbled. He eased off her limp tired body and dropped to the floor. "Why don't you guys beat it," he yelled. "Can't we have a little privacy?" A bold front was better than a weak defense.
Sharon, not bothering to cover herself, leaned over and rolled down the window. "How long have you guys been watching?"
"Long enough to know we'd like some of the same," the younger of the two said. Both men ogled her heaving tits and wet snatch.
Taking them all on would be exciting. She sat up brazenly, no longer caring about hiding herself. "What if a customer walks in?"
"Brian here, will handle all customers, right, Brian?" one of the men said.
"I'm not going to hide down here like I did with Brian," Sharon said, wanting to see if they'd go along with it. "I don't care if anyone sees."
"Brian will meet the customers outside and keep them busy," the older man said as he opened the door to let Brian out.
The younger man walked quickly around to the other side, climbing in beside her while the older man waited for Brian to crawl out. "It looks as if you win, boys," Sharon said, rubbing their crotches as they settled themselves on each side of her. "It only matters now who's going to be first."
An hour later, a sore Sharon left the showroom, leaving behind a trio of smiling salesmen as she climbed into her car.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sharon peeled wheels out of the car lot, her pussy filled with cum and her body tingling with joy. Steve was definitely right. Sex in public places was a helluva lot more fun and exciting than in the bedroom. Speeding down the highway in search of new thrills, she wondered if she could ever go back to only having sex with Steve, even if it was out in public. The newness of her sexual exploits made everything else seem drab. It was as if a whole new life had opened up for her.
She rolled down the window, listening to the rushing wind and turned up the radio. The harsh sounds of the rock station blared in competition to the wind. She loved Steve, loved him with all of her heart, but fucking other men was exciting and it saddened her.
Her beautiful face brightened. Tomorrow, Steve would be home and somehow she felt things would work out. The newness of others would wear off.
She gunned the motor. The car lurched forward on the highway as she thought about tomorrow and Steve's arrival.
After stopping in a roadside stand for fresh vegetables and a quick lunch at their outside counter, Sharon headed home. After driving for a few miles, she spotted two figures in the distance. With her curiosity piqued, she slowed the car. It was two hitch-hikers, a guy and a girl. She pumped the brake, slowing to a stop about twenty feet beyond the hitch-hiking couple. She watched them run toward her car, anticipation growing in her pussy.
"Hey, thanks," the guy said, opening the front door of the car and jumping in.
"We've been waiting for over a God damn hour," the girl said, climbing in the back and settling herself in the seat.
"I'm glad I can help." Sharon shifted the car into gear and returned to the highway. "How far you going?"
"Turnersville," the guy said, getting comfortable. "It's a little town, maybe forty miles from here."
"I know the place," Sharon said. "I can take you right there."
"Ya hear that, Kay? We got ourselves a ride right to the door."
"Yes," Kay said, not as enthused as her boyfriend. The girl studied Sharon's beautifully sculptured face in the rear view mirror.
"Where you from?" Sharon asked, glancing at the guy sitting beside her.
"Everywhere." He ogled her bare thigh. "You got nice legs, lady."
Sharon blushed. "Thanks." She glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the scowl on his girl friend's face. She decided not to be too friendly. Although it had appeared as a good idea a few minutes ago, it had lost its allure. Maybe... the newness of fucking strangers had already worn off?
She kept her eyes on the road. At least it'll be a nice drive. She turned off the highway, heading down a two lane road, the sign to Turnersville announcing they were thirty-five miles away.
Kay in the back seat, pulled a bottle from her large purse and took a long pull. "Here, Gary. Have a sip. It'll relax you."
"Thanks, Kay." Gary grinned and swilled the fiery liquid. "Whewwww," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "It sure does burn going down." He offered the bottle to Sharon. "Wanna belt?"
Sharon shook her head. The smell of the strong whiskey was making her nauseous. "No thanks." She frowned, sorry she had picked them up. Gary was good-looking and Kay was extremely pretty, but there was a certain aura about them, an aura of violence and she shuddered involuntarily.
"Not good enough for you?" Kay smirked, grabbing the bottle from Gary. "What are you, lady? Just a champagne girl?" she giggled nastily.
"Hey, Kay," Gary said. "I'll bet if we were real nice, the sexy lady would join us in a drink." He reached for the bottle that Kay was holding.
"Really, I don't want any," Sharon declined firmly. "I can't drive when I drink. Makes me woozy."
"Ya hear that, Kay? It makes her woozy." They both laughed and Gary pushed the bottle under Sharon's nose. "I think you should take a drink. Kay gets highly insulted when people refuse to be sociable."
Sharon shook her head vehemently. "No!"
A vicious sneer spread across Gary's face. "Drink, bitch!" he snarled. He moved closer to her, the whiskey on his breath making Sharon's stomach turn. "Kay is going to do something to you, if you don't have a friendly drink with us." He pushed the bottle at her mouth, hitting her teeth with it.
"Ouuwww," Sharon moaned, snapping her head away.
Kay sat up, her mouth next to Sharon's ear. "Take a sip, bitch," she whispered harshly into her ear. "Take a sip, or I'll have Gary, here, ram the fucking bottle down your throat."
"Or somewhere else," Gary added lewdly. He laughed, offering the booze to Sharon.
Believing that they meant it, Sharon kept her head still as Gary placed the bottle to her lips. She opened her mouth a fraction, taking as little whiskey as possible.
"Drink," Kay ordered, pulling Sharon's long blonde hair with a vicious tug. "Drink!"
Kay's grip on her hair made Sharon's mouth open unexpectedly. The warm whiskey poured into her mouth. She choked, swallowing some while the rest dribbled down her chin and onto her velour top. The car swerved and her eyes watered as the booze burned a path to her stomach.
"Christ, you're sloppy," Kay growled.
"You spilled it all over your God damn clothes." Gagging, Sharon eased up on the pedal. She pulled to the side of the road, sniffing back her tears, her chest heaving with fright. "GET OUT! Get out of my car!" She sat fuming.
Gary grinned evilly at his girl friend. "I think she wants us to leave, hon."
"She's not very friendly, is she? What do you think we ought to do?"
"I don't know," Gary said, his dark eyes ogling Sharon's lush body. "I think... maybe... I'd like to see her model for me. She certainly looks delicious in those shorts."
"Shit, Gary," Kay giggled dirty-mindedly. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"Most of the time," he said, winking theatrically at his girl friend. "Especially when I'm horny."
Sharon was shocked out of her sensibilities. They were crazy!
"Get out," she demanded. "Get the hell out of my car!"
Kay entwined her hand in Sharon's long honey blonde hair. "We'll leave as soon as you do my handsome boyfriend a favor." She pulled Sharon's hair. "Out of the car."
"Wait a sec," Gary said, reaching over and cutting off the engine. He took the keys with him and climbed out, running around to the driver's side. "C'mon, sexy lady. Let ol' Gary see how pretty you are." He opened the door and made a swooping motion with his hand. "OUT!"
"You heard him," Kay spat, releasing the blonde hair. "OUT!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Sharon stumbled out of the car, her face flushed with anger. She trembled, feeling Gary undress her with his eyes. "Can I get back in the car now?" she sniffed.
Gary pulled Sharon by the arm, taking her away from the car. "Over here," he mumbled.
Kay jumped out of the car and climbed behind the wheel. "Give me the keys, Gary."
Gary tossed her the keys and she started the engine, pulling the car off the shoulder and over to a clump of trees. She cut the engine and got out as Gary brought Sharon over.
"How about a little fashion show?" Kay sneered, leering at Sharon in her tight shorts. She glanced at Gary. "I think we got a hot bitch on our hands."
"I know," Gary said, ogling Sharon as she tried covering herself unsuccessfully. "Ya see them tits jiggle when she walks?"
"No," Kay answered. "How about a treat, lady? Give us a couple of shakes." She laughed sadistically.
Sharon looked up at the road, wishing someone would drive by. She was scared. The road was empty. The two hitch-hikers were only a few years younger than she. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked meekly.
"We like pretty ladies," Kay said. She winked lewdly at Sharon. "Both of us."
Sharon was shocked.
"I think maybe she oughta take off that God damn top. What do you think, Kay?" Gary stepped toward Sharon.
"I think you're right. Strip it off, lady!" Kay ordered. "Let's see what's bouncing so freely in there."
"No," Sharon sobbed. "Let me go!"
Gary grabbed her by the arm, twisting it behind her. "You better do what Kay says," he threatened, his whiskey breath blowing in her face.
"You're hurting me," Sharon sobbed, the pain in her arm searing through to her shoulder. "STOP!"
Gary gave a little jerk on her elbow, making Sharon wince. "You gonna show us your titties?" He jerked her elbow again.
"Yesssss," she cried, the pain unbearable. "Stop!"
Gary released her arm and stepped back. "Don't make me do that again."
Sobbing fretfully, Sharon tried to rub the feeling back into her arm again, glaring hatefully at her two captors.
"Go on," Kay urged. "Let's see those tits." She licked her lips, a lascivious smirk on her face.
Slowly, afraid of what they might do if she didn't comply, Sharon pulled the zipper down to her top. The velour opened, her tits exposed for their lustful admirers. "Can I close it now?" she asked fearfully.
"Off with the top, bitch," Gary demanded, his cock throbbing in his pants as he leered at her huge bare tits. "Take the fucking thing off!"
Sharon looked to Kay, hoping to find a shred of compassion. There was none. Kay's eyes were as cold and menacing as Gary's. She slipped the top up over her shoulders while Gary whistled and Kay glared hotly. Sharon held her top in her hand, shivering with fright, her tits heaving as she gasped, panic-stricken.
"Will you look at those bazooms?" Gary said. "God damn, would I like to have my mouth on one of those friggin' nipples."
"Why don't you?" Kay suggested. The sight of Sharon's tits turned her on. Her pussy felt the old familiar twinge in it. A twinge she had begun to notice more often when she saw a sexy woman. "Suck them, Gary. I like watching you feast on a good-looking tit."
"Oooooohh, nooooo," Sharon wailed, pulling her arms up and covering her tits. She sniffed back her tears. "I did what you asked. Let me go! Pleeease!"
"Maybe after I suck one," Gary replied, holding the tempting offer out to her. "What do you say, Kay? I'll suck her and we'll go." He winked at Kay, an evil grin lighting up his face.
"Shit, yea," Kay said, getting his drift. "Just give my hungry boyfriend a couple of sucks and we'll take off."
Desperately, Sharon agreed. "Okay," she whispered in defeat. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. "A couple... "
"Yea, bitchy lady," Kay said. "Give my boyfriend a break. He doesn't often get to suck such large tits." She touched her own tits, hefting the small cone-shaped tits in each hand. "I only have a handful."
Gary's mouth was watering as he ogled Sharon's voluptuous mounds. He grabbed them, squeezing them roughly.
"Ouuwww," Sharon objected.
"Don't hurt her," Kay purred. "We wouldn't want to bruise her sweet big tits." Leaning against the car, she watched her boyfriend fondle Sharon with delight.
Gary milked her tits in his calloused hands. He lowered his mouth to one huge tit, his hand jiggling the buoyant flesh. His fingers dug into it, making the nipple stick out. "Mmmmm, you're going to be delicious." He covered the round swollen nipple with his mouth and flashed his tongue across the rubbery tip.
"Unnnnn," Kay moaned hotly as if Gary was sucking on her own tit. "Suck her, Gary," she urged. "Suck her good."
Gary obliged. He sucked hard, his tongue swiping across the nipple. He milked her tits and began chewing on the nipple harder and harder until Sharon screamed.
"OOOAAAWWWW!" She jerked free of his biting mouth. Tears filled her eyes. She started to put on her top, but Gary grabbed it from her hand. She looked at them, puzzled. "You... said... I could go."
Kay smiled, an evil sickening look. "We changed our minds." She scanned Sharon's figure. "Let's see your pussy. I'm curious to know if you dye your hair."
Gary laughed. "I'll bet you a buck she does."
"You're on," Kay gloated. "I think we got a real classy lady here." She turned her hard mean eyes on Sharon. "Strip!"
Sharon trembled in terror. "Nooo, please. You promised." She was crying, her arms trying to hide the soft tan flesh of her tits.
Gary came up to her and pulled her shorts down, yanking them over her hips. "Relax, or I'll rip them off and you won't have anything to wear home."
Scared out of her mind, Sharon stood like a statue as Gary stripped off her shorts. She didn't believe she was actually being stripped in broad daylight where if anyone were to drive by, they would see. She looked to the road for help, but there wasn't a car in sight.
"Jeez, Kay. You were right. The bitch is a natural blonde." The shorts dropped to the ground. "Step out, blondie."
Sharon obeyed, shivering with horror. She caught a glimpse of a car in the distance. Hope filled her heart. It didn't matter if she was naked. Anything would be better than being abused by these two bastards. She made a break for the highway, stumbling when her boot heel snagged on something in the ground and she fell to her knees.
"We better get her back into the trees," Kay suggested. "We don't want to have to share this delectable morsel with anyone else." She hopped off the hood of Sharon's car. "Let's go."
Gary pulled Sharon to her feet and dragged her beyond the trees to the other side where they were concealed and hidden from the road. "Now, bitch, let's see some action."
"Right!" Kay agreed. "Stand up and let us see your tan." She ogled Sharon's lush naked body, the thin bands of white showing where her bikini had been.
"You got a great fucking body," Gary ogled, leering hotly at her, his cock aching in his pants.
"You're right, Gary. She's a prick-teaser too. Look how skimpy her bikini was."
Gary wiped his mouth. "She looks better now wearing just boots."
"Turn around and let's have a look at your ass," Kay said, standing in a defiant stance. "Turn."
Sharon's spirit was broken for the moment as she turned, letting the two sadistic hitchhikers ogle her body. Being behind the trees, there was no way she could get to the road for help. She was at their mercy. She shuddered, afraid of what they were going to subject her to. She began crying.
"Don't cry," Gary soothed, rubbing the cheeks of her firm well-rounded ass. "You're going to have a ball with us. Kay and I share everything. You're gonna love it."
Kay walked over and joined them. "Think of it as an afternoon in the woods with a few friends," she said snickeringly. She patted Sharon's ass. "Wait till you get a peek at Gary's dick. It's a fuckin' totem pole."
Sharon shook from fright. "I... don't... want to see it," she stammered. "Please... can't I go home?"
"When you're done entertaining us," Gary said, standing in front of her. "Now get on your knees."
Kay was behind her. She nudged her. "Drop, teasing lady. Take out his cock."
"I'm not a teaser," Sharon sobbed, feeling she had to defend herself. "I'm not."
"Fine," Kay said. "It won't change a thing anyway. On your knees." She pushed down on Sharon's shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of Gary.
Sharon looked at Gary's crotch through tear-stained eyes. She noticed the giant bulge in his pants and quivered. Being forced to take out his cock had a devastating effect on her. The past few days of illicit behavior flashed before her. The thrill of wanton sex was turning sour and she hated herself for getting into this mess.
"Take it out!" Gary ordered, shaking Sharon from her thoughts. "Take it out and look at it!"
Sharon fumbled with his pants, pulling down his zipper. She looked at Kay for a second, praying the girl would understand and have pity on her. There was no room for pity in Kay's hard vicious eyes.
"You heard him," Kay snarled. "Take out his dick!"
Her harsh manner shocked Sharon. She fished inside Gary's pants, pulling out his enormous hulking prick. Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her eyes. She had never seen a cock this large or thick. It was a monster, a tree with balls.
Gary saw Sharon's eyes widen. "Like it, huh? Wait until you taste it and have it inside your sweet hot pussy."
"Nooooo," she wailed. "Pleeease don't do that to me." The thought of being raped by his giant cock was terrifying and disgusting. "Kay, don't let him." Tears were steaming her sight.
"You'll love it. I go crazy when he fucks me.
It was no use pleading with Kay. She was as bad, if not worse than her boyfriend, Gary. She was trapped.
"Hold it, bitch," Gary demanded. "Play with it. Get to know your new friend." He laughed wickedly.
A knee in the spine from Kay made Sharon jump. She grasped the long thick cock with the gnarled appearance. Her fingers wouldn't go all the way around the thickset shaft. She was astounded by it, hypnotized by its size and apparent strength.
"I think she's gonna like it," Kay said, seeing Sharon gaze at Gary's cock. "With some, it only takes a look."
Sharon was ashamed of her mixed feelings. She looked away, her hands still grasping it tight.
"Lick it," Gary said, leering down at Sharon. "Taste it!"
She gagged, her stomach churning. She closed her eyes and licked the reddish-purple tip of his dick, her tongue barely touching it.
Gary reached down and grabbed her by the hair. "Suck it!" His voice was harsh, his tone like gravel. "SUCK!"
His hands clenching her hair caused her extreme agony. "AAAUUUUWWW!" she cried out as he pushed her face into his cock. She closed her mouth, his cockhead hitting her teeth.
His hand curled tighter in her hair, forcing her mouth to open in agonizing pain. "SUCK!" He jammed his prick into her open face, jabbing the head into her tight gullet.
Gasping and sobbing, her mouth full of Gary's cock, Sharon panicked, believing he was going to choke her to death. She sputtered, her head in Gary's grip, his fists gripping her hair.
Gary jabbed at her face, sinking his cockhead into her throat with each short jab. "Unnnn," he groaned, his heavy balls swelling with cum. He looked down at Sharon's flushed face, his prick between her lips. "Lick it, baby. Lick it and love it."
He gave a vicious yank on her hair, making the pain flash behind Sharon's tear-stained eyes. He did it again, hearing Sharon's blubbering with her mouth full of his cockmeat. He eased his grasp on her head as incentive, but holding her hair loose, ready to pull it out by the roots if she tried anything funny.
Sharon, relieved as the excruciating pain vanished, found herself sucking on his gargantuan cock almost in gratitude for stopping the pain. She licked his rock hard cock, her tongue feeling the ridges of his shaft caused by the blood surging through his veins. Her hands began stroking the meaty cock, anxious hands that wanted to please, to keep the pain from returning.
Her mouth sucked, her tongue fluttering around his thick stem, her cheeks drawing it into her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking as much of his giant meat as she could without choking herself to death.
"Aghhhh, yeeeaaah, baby," Gary groaned, humping her face, his hips jamming his cock into her mouth and down her gullet. "Yeah!" He dropped her hair completely, confident she wasn't going to try anything funny. He pulled his pants until they dropped to his ankles, freeing his cock completely for her cocksucking maneuvers.
She became bewitched with his giant cock. She sucked avidly. In her fogged frightened mind, she felt compelled to capture the entire thing down her throat. She sloshed her spit all over it, her hands running up and down the lengthy shaft.
"Un! Un! Un!" Gary groaned as her mouth sucked on his spearing tip. He leaned against the tree, his hips moving back and forth in an easy motion.
"I told you she'd fall in love with your cock," Kay said, rejoicing in the erotic scene. "Your cock casts a spell on every female you meet."
His mind filled with lust as Sharon gobbled hungrily on his throbbing sausage-like cock. He jabbed his prick into her face with a volley of sharp fierce jabs.
The ferocity of the stabbing cock and the sound of Kay's cheers brought Sharon out of her dizzy state. Her mind cleared, knowing she belonged to them until Gary was through with her and the best way to be rid of them was to suck him off, finish him completely.
Sharon renewed her efforts, this time not out of lust but to rid herself of the two depraved hitch-hikers. She sucked his cock at the same time her hands flew wetly up and down his giant shaft. She became a machine, sucking and licking in a desperate attempt to get him off and be done with them both.
Kay saw the faraway gleam in Gary's eyes. "Stop, Gary," she shouted, breaking his mood. "Don't cum now!"
Kay's piercing shout cut through his wall of passion. He snapped out of his reverie and grabbed Sharon by the hair, forcing her to stop sucking. "You didn't think it was going to be this easy, did you?"
"Please let me finish you," Sharon pleaded. "Pleeasse!"
"Naaaaaaah," he said. "You're going to have the pleasure of taking this up your gorgeous pussy." He stroked his cock arrogantly in her frightened and tear-stained face.
"C'mere, bitch," Kay snarled. "Get the fuck over here and take care of me. I got needs too."
Sharon was appalled. "What... what... "
Kay smiled like the evil bitch she was. "You know what I want. I want a little of the same treatment you gave Gary. My pussy is dripping for your mouth."
Gary pushed her toward Kay. His eyes were glassy orbs of lust. "Yes, bitch. Lick my girl." He forced her to crawl on the ground.
Sharon was crying again. Licking another girl's cunt made her sick. She cringed, trying to avert her eyes from Kay's crotch. "Pleeasssse don't make me do this," she pleaded. "Let me fuck Gary. Anything... but don't... do this to me."
"She really wants your dick, Gary," Kay sighed, her cunt seeping excitedly as she leered down at the woman before her. She pulled at her own jeans, wanting Sharon's mouth as fast as possible. She slid her jeans down over her slim hips, exposing her pussy to Sharon's shocked and flushed face.
Gary stroked Kay's cunt. "Mmmmmm. Nice and juicy. You should cum off as soon as she touches it with her hot burning mouth."
"I might," Kay groaned, "if you keep fingering me like that." She pulled his hand out of her pussy. "Suck me, bitch! Make me cum!"
Sharon was sickened by Kay's perverted demands, yet somewhere in the back of her mind there was a curiosity, a hint of desire to taste the juice of another woman. She refused, shaking her head, not wanting to debase herself.
"Suck me, sweet bitch, or I'll have Gary here, beat your nice tits to a bloody fuckin' pulp."
Sharon looked at Kay, then at Gary. She believed they would carry out their threats. She sniffed back her tears and sat up on her knees, the pungent odor of Kay's hot dripping twat attacking her nostrils. She closed her eyes, her mind shut out the perversion, and licked, her tongue weaving through Kay's cunt hair as she tentatively licked her between Kay's legs.
Kay moaned and parted her swollen pussy lips, opening her gash to Sharon's mouth. "Ummmmm, lick me, bitch. Get me off." She humped against Sharon's face and reached for Gary, stroking his prick, Kay luxuriated in Sharon's eel-like tongue while Gary pulled on her tits beneath her blouse. Sharon was revolted, yet the heady smell of Kay's cunt and the tangy taste of her flowing juices permeated her brain. She found herself running her tongue into Kay's hole, lapping at the foaming juices that seeped out of Kay's crack.
She burrowed her face between Kay's outstretched legs, lust taking control of her body. She sucked greedily on the girl's pussy, her wiggling tongue expertly snaking in and out of Kay's humping cunt. She licked, her hands stroking the slim smooth hips of Kay's slender figure. Sharon encircled Kay's body and kneaded the soft cheeks of her ass.
"Unnnn, yesssss," Kay hissed as she squirmed hotly against Sharon's eager mouth. "Ohhhh, my fucking shit. I'm gonna cum! JEEZ!"
"I knew you were ready to pop, baby," Gary moaned, pulling on her small melon-sized tits. "I could see it in your eyes." he humped her jerking hand. "Cum on her face, Kay. Cream this hot bitch."
"I ammmmm," Kay wailed. "I ammmmm!"
Sharon heard them in her fuzzy brain. Out of passion and desire to end this degradation and abuse, she sucked on Kay's clit. She sucked Kay's tiny blood-gorged sex button into her mouth and chewed delicately on it, sending Kay off on a thunderous explosive orgasm.
"OHHHHH!" Kay howled as her orgasm erupted in her pussy and she creamed Sharon's sucking mouth with her frothy cum juice. She banged against Sharon's head, her hips driving her clit into Sharon's teeth. She almost tumbled over as her climax racked her slim body. She leaned on Gary, holding his cock for support as he yanked hard on her tits, the way she liked them fondled when she was climaxing.
Sharon almost drowned in the gushing cum from Kay's humping pussy. She dug her hands into Kay's firm ass flesh. The backward lunges of Kay banging into her mouth scraped the back of her hands into the tree bark. She sucked, draining Kay of her strength, draining her of her cum, the river that flowed from Kay's orgasm.
"AGGGGHHHH!" Kay howled as she shuddered, her knees giving way. She dropped Gary's dick and slid to the ground, unable to keep herself up under her own power. She twitched and jerked, taking Sharon's mouth with her until the gorgeous woman was on the ground with her.
Sharon's mouth came away from Kay's twitching body. Panting, her eyes filmy with passion and disgust, she craved some kind of satisfaction. The sexual stimulation of it all had an arousing effect on her. She leered hungrily at Gary's monstrosity; his long steel cock. "Fuck me!" she growled. "Fuck me!"
"Yeaaa, Gary, fuck the bitch. She did good."
Gary, thrilled to be able to blast his load into this gorgeous hunk of female flesh, dropped to the ground. "You on top, bitch. I like watching it happen."
Sharon, lost to her lust, didn't care how they fucked as long as she had his gargantuan prick stuffed inside her pussy. "Yessss," she hissed, climbing on top of him and straddling his strong masculine body.
She reached between her legs and grasped his overgrown cock in her fist. Running the thick head through her wet snatch, she whimpered and sighed as the hot action made her blood boil.
"Stick it in, bitch," he groaned, jamming up at her elusive pussy. "Shove it in." He grabbed her hips and dragged her down on his cock.
Sharon gasped, getting her hand away just in time. His cock felt as if it were rammed up her throat. It filled her cunt, stretching it beyond anything she could ever have imagined. "Uggggnnnn!" she grunted as she adjusted her body to the invasion of her pussy.
"Aaaaahhhh," Gary groaned. Her pussy swallowed his cock up in one quick erotic gulp. He humped up, his hands still clasped to her full hips. "Ride it, bitch. Ride to hell!"
"Yessss," she wailed, humping his dick like a wildcat turned loose. Her tits bounced, her head snapped from side to side and her eyes rolled up as the power of his cock transformed her into a raving maniac bent on her own destruction.
Gary humped off the ground, plowing his cock up into her pussy. He pulled her tits, twisting her soft flesh and making her scream in agonizing pleasure. He jabbed inside her vulnerable pussy, the tight clinging walls of her snatch pulsing against his thick-muscled cock shaft.
Sharon rolled her hips in quick frenzied circles, grinding her clit into his groin with each tantalizing rotation. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" She whimpered. The exquisite joy of being ripped apart and having her raw clit scraping against his hairy groin made her body a glob of putty.
She bucked and churned, her ass jerking back and forth, her hands clawing at the air. "I'm... going to come!" she howled between downward plunges of her body on Gary's cock. "Ohhhhh! I'm COMINGGG!"
"Yes, bitch!" Gary shouted, urging her on as his prick swelled, bloated for release. "CUM!" He drove his hips up off the ground, whacking his prick into her pussy in a merciless attempt to drive her insane. Harder and harder, he lunged up at her pussy, his long bulky cock ripping through the soft spongy folds of her cunt-like a bullet tearing through paper.
"JESUS! I'm cominggg!" she screamed, her head whipping from side to side, causing her hair to swipe across her flushed and passionate face. "Ohhh, fucking SHIT!" She convulsed into spasms, her orgasm taking complete and total control of her muscles. She became crazed, lashing and twisting on his impaling dick as wave after wave of exquisite orgasms washed over her quivering body.
Meee too," Gary shouted as the first thick lump of jism burst from his prick head and squirted up into her body. He went berserk, thrashing underneath Sharon's humping body. He slapped up at her with his lunging hips, their fast violent stabs echoing in his ears as they came together.
"I can feel it," she squealed, never before having the cum shoot so far into her pussy. "OHHHHHH! FUCK MEEEE!"
Sharon jerked precariously on his spewing cock, swallowing his jism up inside her pussy in squishy sucking gulps. Her greedy cunt pulsed a drumming beat on his dick, draining him of every last drop.
She fell over, her huge globes of tittie flesh slapping his face as she rode his cock to oblivion and back again. Her body convulsed as her orgasm reached a point never before attained. She howled and collapsed on his squirting cock, still helplessly impaled, twitching and jerking, her body tingling from her climax.
Gary jabbed one last time into her cunt. She had exhausted him momentarily and he trembled, shoving her off his dick. "Jeez," he groaned, lying on the grass catching his breath. "What a pussy."
Kay who had watched the whole thing, was on top of Gary in an instant, kissing and rubbing her now-naked body against him.
Sharon rolled over and saw the preoccupation of her two captors. Exhausted, but eager to get away, she quietly gathered her clothes and ran naked to the car, not quite sure she would make it. She climbed behind the steering wheel and looked back. They didn't even miss her. While the motor ran, she dressed.
Throwing the car into gear, she peeled away, happy to be free. She hit the shoulder of the road and looked in the rear view mirror, catching sight of Gary and his girl friend running out of the woods. She sneered as the car bounced back onto the highway, screeching as she sped out of sight.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon parked in the airport parking lot and hurried inside the terminal, anxious to meet her husband, Steve.
Yesterday, after leaving the two hitch-hikers behind, she sped home and spent the rest of the day in the tub, washing away all traces of them. In a way, she was glad it happened. It showed her what direction she was headed and it disgusted her.
She felt like a new woman as she happily strode through the busy terminal, heading for the gate to greet Steve when he came off the plane. She was a far different person now than when he left a few short days ago.
Standing at the large plate glass window, she stared at the empty runway where, in a few minutes, Steve's plane would land. She intended to show him the time of his life. All of her exploits prepared her for semipublic sex with Steve. She couldn't wait until she showed him how much she had changed.
She giggled, her mind whirling with all the things she wanted to do with him. Nervous and fidgety, she brushed her fingers through her long blonde hair. There were so many ways she wanted to fuck Steve, so many different ways.
Her heart leaped into her throat when she saw his plane land. She gulped, quivering with joy, her eyes following the plane as it taxied down the runway. She tried to see if she could see him at one of the tiny windows, but it was impossible. Standing by the rope, she waited with the other people who were also meeting their families or their special someone.
Sharon's eyes brightened and her eyes sparkled when she spotted Steve coming through the gate. She waved enthusiastically. "Steve! Steve!"
Steve spotted his beautiful wife and waved back. "I missed you, baby," he groaned, taking her in his arms after pushing his way through the crowd.
"Honey," she crooned. His hard firm body pressed against her brought back all the sweet memories of their love. "I missed you like crazy."
Steve took her hand. "Let's get the luggage."
"I'm so excited," she purred as they hurried to the luggage pickup area.
"How come you're wearing a trench coat on a beautiful day like this?" he asked, grabbing his luggage as it passed through the conveyer. "It isn't going to rain."
"It's a surprise," she said, tingling all over. "A very special surprise for you."
He winked at his beautifully excited wife. "I hope it has something to do with what we discussed," he said solemnly.
"It might," she teased carrying the light bag for him so they could hold hands. "It might."
She spotted the cocktail lounge where it had all started. It seemed so long ago. "Let's have a drink before we go home," she suggested, wanting their new life to begin where she had taken the first step into the world of public sex.
"Good idea. We can talk about us."
It was just as she remembered it-dimly lit and sexy with soft plush private booths. "Back here, hon," she cooed. "Where we can talk."
"You sure you haven't already had a couple of drinks?" Steve asked, wondering about her strange behavior.
She slid into a booth, making sure her trench coat didn't open. "C'mon, hon. Snuggle close."
Steve fixed the luggage next to the booth and slipped beside his wife. He noticed a waitress in a skimpy outfit approaching. "A dry martini and a scotch," he gave her their order, admiring her legs in the short skirt that barely clothed her ass.
Sharon saw him looking. She was glad. When she let him know what she was wearing, the waitress would be forgotten like yesterday's weather. "Short skirt, huh?"
"Yes," Steve said. "Her legs aren't as nice as yours, though."
They held hands, waiting for their drinks. Sharon didn't speak, waiting as long as she could before springing the surprise on him. Steve was quiet, afraid that her answer would be no to a daring sex life and thereby ending their marriage, a marriage he wanted to save.
They both looked up as the waitress set their drinks in front of them, both grateful for the interruption.
"Here's to our future," Sharon said, proposing a toast. Her leg pressed against her husband's. "A hot sexy future."
"I'll drink to that," Steve said, sensing a hint of her changing attitude.
Sharon leaned back on the booth, feasting her eyes on her handsome husband. "Put your hand on my knee, Steve."
Steve was surprised. She never said that in public. Holding hands or a light kiss was fine, but anything sexual was verboten. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he rested his hand on her knee, the softness of her skin making him think of the lonely days without the warmth of her body or the heat of her pussy. "My cock is aching for you," he said in a low whisper.
"My pussy is creaming for your cock," she mouthed, the words barely audible but loud enough to shock her husband. She was enjoying herself tremendously. "Surprised?"
He nodded, his hand caressing her knee. "You've changed some while I was gone," he said hopefully.
"For the better, I hope," she added, a twinge of sadness in her eyes as she thought about what it took to bring her to his point. She was glad it was dark and he couldn't see her eyes. She forced all negative thoughts from her mind.
"My cock is aching, baby," he groaned, yearning to move his hand higher on her leg, but afraid to ruin the mood she was in. He could see that she was sincerely trying and he loved her for it. As long as she tried, he was willing to be patient.
She saw his thoughts in his dark brooding eyes. "Do you want to know what I'm wearing?"
"Yes," he said, looking into her eyes.
"Nothing." A hot lewd smile curled her sensuous mouth. "Nothing but the coat." She licked her lips, seeing the dazed look on her husband's face. "I'm naked as a jaybird underneath the coat, my darling. Naked and soaked." She reached for his hands on her leg and caressed it.
"You're kidding!"
"See for yourself." She parted her legs slightly, affording him room to go between her thighs.
Steve skimmed up her thigh to her cunt. His fingers came in contact with her pussy hair and the juicy gash that was oozing the cream that would soon grease his prick. "You don't have any panties on," he whispered, the full reality of it not yet sinking into his skull.
"No, my sweetheart. I have nothing on." She leaned forward, angling her body away from the front of the lounge. She parted the top of her coat, revealing her large opulent tits to him. "See."
"Jesus Christ! I don't be... believe it!"
"I'll take the coat off, if you want and prove it to you," she teased, her blue eyes dancing devilishly.
"No... no!" he stammered. "I believe you." He gulped back his surprise and leered at his wife, seeing her in a new and exciting light. "You have changed."
"Yes, for you. I'll do anything you ask, anywhere you want." She rested her hand on his crotch and rubbed his hardon. "You're hot."
"Can you blame me?"
Sharon giggled like a school girl. "I guess not." She cuddled close and sipped her drink. "Finger me, Steve, while I finish my drink. I want to be nice and juicy when we fuck."
"You are now," he said, his finger gliding effortlessly into her hot bubbly snatch.
Sharon giggled again. With her husband's finger stroking her cunt, all memory of the others seemed to melt away. She felt fabulous! "I'd like to eat you right here," she whispered, her tongue swirling around inside his ear.
"Unnnnn," Steve groaned. "I don't think we can go that far." He was sorely tempted to try.
"You want me to take it out and hold it while we order another drink?"
The idea fascinated him. "Yes," he answered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I'm so God damn hot," she murmured as they sat quietly sipping their drinks. She pulled his zipper down and groped inside his pants for his dick. She finished her drink and waved to the waitress as she eased his cock out.
"Two more of the same," Steve said, his voice wavering as Sharon gently played with his prick. He stared out at the half-empty lounge. His wife's hand was wrapped around his cock and he was loving it. It was better than he had hoped! Sharon was a totally different woman.
"You're chugging like a locomotive," she giggled, feeling the surging power through his prick. It felt terrific in her hand and she stroked it lovingly, her mouth salivating as she contemplated sucking him off.
Steve leaned back, trying to act casual as the waitress returned with their drinks. He was glad it was dark, because he knew if the waitress could see his face, she'd know what was happening. "Thanks," he managed to say.
"Christ, that turned me on!" he said hoarsely, after the waitress left. "I thought I was going to cum right then."
"I don't want you to cum now, honey," she purred. "I have plans for your cock."
"I can't wait," he groaned. The pressure on his cock was making his head spin. He unbuttoned the bottom of her coat, stroking her wet pussy with his fingers. "This is fantastic!"
"I know," Sharon said. "I'm so glad I was able to get over my fear of doing things like this."
"Christ, so am I." He angled his body, his cock aching in her hand. "How did you do it?" He took his hand away from her pussy and sipped his drink, his other hands stroking her beautiful face.
"I didn't want to lose you," she said, massaging his cock under the table. She lifted the table cloth and caught a glimpse of his prick. "God, I'd love to suck it here." She leaned back, releasing his prick.
"I can't wait until we do all the things you never wanted to do before," Steve groaned. "We're going to have a ball."
She leered hotly at him, the dark crease of her tits billowing up out of her coat. She spread her legs and glanced quickly around the lounge. No one was even slightly interested in what they were doing. She giggled, thinking if they fucked, would it get their attention.
"You're laughing again," he said, his hand caressing her thighs and wet pussy.
"I'm soo happy, I can't help it," she sighed. "Get me to cum, Steve. I want to cum while I'm drinking my martini."
Steve shook his head in wonderment. "Whewwww, you're driving me nuts." His finger sliced through her hot frothy gash, making her tremble.
"Yessss, Steve. I want to cum while I'm looking at everything."
Steve, growing hotter by the second, moaned, squirming in the dark booth, willing to do it. "Just don't scream when you're coming," he joked.
"I hope not," she moaned, squirming slightly on his fingers as they invaded her cunt. "I'm going to sit here real calm and get off." The idea was blowing her mind. Just a few days ago, it would have been impossible for her even to think about it without getting scared out of her wits.
"Ohhhh, honey," she sighed, sipping her martini, her hand trembling slightly. "I'm going crazy. I want to hump your fingers. I want to howl with joy."
"Just don't move, baby," he groaned, massaging her hard bloated clit easily and effortlessly. "I want to watch your face when you cum."
Sharon glanced around the lounge. No one was even looking this way. With the way she was positioned and the subtle way Steve was stroking her clit, she knew that even if someone was looking, they couldn't be sure what was going on in the booth, let alone under it. She purred like a contented cat, inching her body forward against her husband's stroking hand.
"You look beautiful when you're hot," Steve groaned, forgetting all about where they were. His mind concentrated on his wife's hot flushed face and dazzling blue eyes. "You don't know how I've dreamt of this, baby."
"Oooooh, Steve. My blood is boiling. I want to rip off my coat and show you my tits." She rested her head back against the plush leather booth and sipped her martini, appearing as if nothing was happening. She set the glass on the table. "I can't hold it anymore. I'll spill it."
Sharon began to tremble against Steve's manipulative fingers. "I'm getting ready, my darling," she whispered. "Ohhh, God. I'm going to cum all over your fingers, Steve."
Steve groaned his answer, leering at his wife's face as she rapidly approached her sweeping orgasm. "Cum, baby, cum," he urged. "Let me see it. Let me see you cream all over the seat."
"Yesssss," she hissed softly, never before experiencing anything as wonderful or as exciting as coming on her husband's hand while sitting in a cocktail lounge full of people.
"I'm there."
Steve knew by the expression on her face. He saw her tits heave beneath her coat, the creamy top of her tits rising and falling with each heavy breath. His cock, still sticking out of his pants, ached for the warmth of where his fingers were buried. He squeezed her clit rhythmically, bringing her to the peak.
"I'm comingggg," she whimpered, holding herself in check against the raging storm brewing inside her pussy. "Oooh, my darling. "I'm coming all over your hand."
She remained still, allowing Steve's fingers to take her on the hot wet ride into her orgasm. She leaned back, fighting the tremendous urge to hump his fingers and throw off her coat. She wanted to scream out her joy, wanted everyone to know what she was doing in the booth.
Steve's body was tight as a drum. He wanted to fling her across the table and ravage her pussy, the pussy that was creaming all over his hand. He could feel the tension in her body as she restrained herself from bucking and jerking. His fingers pulled on her clit and he moaned, watching the whites of her eyes turn her face into an obscene mask.
Controlled jerks brought her climax to a head and she quaked slightly as it washed over in soft rippling waves. "Aaaaaaah," she sighed as her orgasm released her. She melted down into the soft seat and blinked, her eyes focusing on the lounge and its patrons.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, taking his juice-soaked fingers out of her drenched pussy.
"Ohhh, Steve," she panted, holding his fingers and licking them clean. "It was fabulous. An hors d'oeuvre to the feast I've planned for later."
Steve's eyes widened. "I can't imagine what else you could have planned."
She kissed him and squeezed him affectionately. With one of the table napkins, she wiped the hot juices that clung to her pussy. "I'll be dripping all over the place if I got up now."
Steve giggled and finished his drink. "You got enough strength to get up?"
"I think so," she sighed. She looked down. "You better put your cock back in your pants."
A smile broke out on Steve's face. "You got me so crazy, I can't think straight."
"I'm glad." She rebuttoned the bottom of her trench coat. "I think my legs are strong enough. Let's go."
Steve zipped up his pants and eased out of the booth. He stood there, blocking the view as he watched his gorgeous wife slip out of the booth, her coat opening enough for him to see her tits and swollen pink nipples. He glanced at her legs, long and exposed when the coat parted.
"Whew," he breathed as Sharon stood up. He tossed a few bills on the table and grabbed his baggage.
"Oooh, God, Steve," she moaned as they stood outside the lounge. "I thought I was going to cream again, walking out of there. I felt as if everyone had x-ray vision and could see right through my coat."
"Let's get out of here and to the car. My cock is about to break off if I don't get it greased in your cunt." He nudged her in the direction of the main exit. "C'mon."
They stepped outside the terminal, the sun had set and the warm evening breeze felt terrific.
"Where are you parked?" he asked, his dick aching, his groin tight.
"Same place," she cooed, walking with him, her tits bouncing under the coat, her pussy squishing with each step, soaking her thighs. "Christ, I'm still creaming." With no one around, her tone became normal.
"You certainly are full of surprises," he said, hurrying her to the car. It still seemed a little unbelievable, but with what they did in the lounge, he knew their sex life would be more exciting than ever before.
Sharon stopped. "There it is."
Steve came out of his thoughts, seeing their car about twenty feet away. "Let's go."
Sharon didn't move. With the sun down and the parking lot cast in shadows, Sharon slowly unbuttoned her coat. "Stand in front of me, Steve, and see what I have for you."
Steve, delirious with joy, stood in front of his wife and watched as she unbuttoned her coat, each button making his cock ache and swell until there were no more buttons to do. He stood hypnotically entranced, looking at the soft golden flesh with a patch of silken hair at the triangle of her lush creamy thighs. "Jesus! You're so beautiful."
"Thank you, honey," she whimpered. "Do you want me to take off the coat and walk to the car naked?" Her legs were shaking. "My pussy is seeping again."
Steve didn't believe what she was asking. His eyes popped out at her gorgeous body. He looked around nervously. No one was in sight and he nodded, her nudity captivating him.
Sharon heaved a deep breath and closed her eyes. She knew Steve loved her and felt confident that he wouldn't want others to be nearby when she stripped. It was the excitement they both wanted and could now share together.
The coat slipped down her arms and she caught it with her hands. "Here, my sweet," she purred, standing naked in the dark empty parking lot.
Steve's mouth dropped and his eyes bugged out. He was leering at his naked wife, something he never dreamed possible. He looked around quickly, not wanting her to be seen too closely. There was still no one around. "C'mon and get in the car." He pulled her the rest of the distance to the car, her tits shaking with freedom, the warm evening breeze caressing her naked flesh.
"Hop in," he said, opening the door and throwing his bags in the back.
Sharon didn't budge. "I want to suck you first, before we get in the car." She looked around. "No one can see me, I'll be on my knees."
Steve gulped. It was too good to be true. "Whatever you want, baby. Whatever... "
"I'm glad," she sighed, taking her coat and dropping it to the ground. "I don't want my knees all scraped up."
Steve ogled his exquisite wife as she dropped to her knees between the two cars. He leaned against his car door for support. "Oh, baby," he groaned, seeing it actually begin to happen. "You're making me crazy!"
"I was hoping I would," she said, pulling his zipper down and fishing inside his pants for his delicious cockmeat. She pulled it out into the night air. "It's just as I remembered it. Long, hard and magnificent." She kissed the reddish bell-shaped tip, swirling her tongue around and around, soaking it with her drool.
"Ohhhh, Sharon," he groaned, squirming against the car. "Your tongue is so... " His thought was swallowed up with Sharon's gulping mouth.
She sucked on his cockhead, taking it down her throat. Her tongue labored over the sensitive underside, tormenting him. She reveled in his moans of pleasure.
"Unnnnnn, baby," he groaned, jamming his prick into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it!" It was like a dream. Sharon, his shy sexy wife was naked, on her knees, sucking him off in an airport parking lot where only a few days ago she had refused to show him her tits! It was amazing!
Sharon sloshed his prick into her gullet, scraping her teeth along his shaft. She bobbed her head, fucking his cock with her mouth with hard fast thrusts against his shaft. She gurgled in her throat, breathing hard through her nose as she squeezed the base of his dick in her long slender fingers. "I'm getting ready," Steve groaned, humping her fast in a volley of short rapid jabs. "Jesus! I'm going to cum!" He began to shake, his ass banging into the car door.
Sharon, refusing to allow him to cum in her mouth, clamped her teeth into his banging shaft. "Owwwww!" he screamed, not caring if anyone heard.
Sharon eased her mouth off his prick carefully so he wouldn't blast his load right in her face. She looked up, her blonde hair disheveled, her lips wet with spit, and her eyes glistened like stars. "You can cum in my pussy, darling." She hugged his legs. "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. Is anyone around?"
Steve, coming out of his passionate state, looked around. "No, baby, the place looks deserted. Get in the car." He opened the door behind him.
Sharon giggled and pushed it shut. She slithered up his body, her arms encircling him as she rubbed her naked flesh against him. She was crazed with lust, her mind soaked in the passion of having her husband and pleasing him. "Fuck me out here. Out here on the God damn car." She kissed him all over his face, wet hot kisses that soaked his face and neck. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Christ!" He was drowning in his own passion. "Not out here!" He glanced around quickly, his arms wrapping around her naked squirming body. "In the car."
"Oooh, Steve," she moaned, squiggling out of his arms. "You were so right. This is exciting! Soooo exciting!" She leaned back against the car, turning him around, her huge tits heaving, glimmering from the lights in the distance.
Steve's head reeled. He wanted her, wanted her bad. He wanted to ravage her outside, his passion taking away all reason. He heard voices. The voices brought them both out of their drunken reverie. "In the car. Quick, in the car!"
As fast as she could, Sharon jumped in the front seat, behind the wheel. Her tits bounced as she watched Steve hurry around to the other side, his cock swaying, and climb in. "Oh, honey," she cooed, falling into his arms. "I thought you were going to fuck me out there."
"I was," he said. "You got me out of my fuckin' mind. I almost did it to you on the God damn hood." He crushed her naked body to him, his mouth clamping onto hers, his tongue exploring.
"Ohhhh, Steve." She grabbed his cock and began stroking it in her hand. "Do you think they saw us?"
"No," he groaned as her hand kept him in a dreamy state. "This is terrific. I feel like a kid."
"Mmmmm, so do I," she sighed, squeezing his dick rhythmically. "I want my toy now." She bent his cock forward, tormenting him.
"Ahhhhwwww," he groaned. "You're going to break the damn thing."
"Oh, no, honey," she replied. "If it breaks, it'll be inside my pussy." She pulled at his pants, getting them down to his ankles with his help. "Now, you're ready for me."
"I'm always ready for you." He grabbed her tit, milking the jello-like flesh. He looked around the parking lot. There was no one for miles. He pulled her, wanting her to climb on top of him.
"Maybe someone will see me sitting on you," she taunted, working them both into a frenzy. "We'll give them something to think about." She climbed carefully over him, her bare tits jiggling in his face. "You want me to cover them?"
"No, baby, no," he groaned hotly as his cockhead touched her wet dripping snatch. "Christ, you're like a furnace."
"Hot for you, my darling." She grabbed his meaty dick, her tits burying into his face. She pushed the thick bloated head between the puffy lips of her twat. "I hope this makes you happy." She plunged down, sinking his cock into the hungry depths of her twat.
"Unnnnnn," Steve grunted, his cock swallowed up by his wife's sucking pussy. "It feels like it's been ages."
"It has, hon," she moaned. She wiggled her ass in his lap, his cock filling her clutching walls. She shook her tits at him, her face flushed her expression lewd. "What do we do if someone walks by?"
Steve's head was spinning too fast for him to think about it. He jabbed up into her squishy cunt. All of the stimuli bombarding his senses were driving him mad. He had to cum soon or lose his mind.
Sharon, her passion quelled by the orgasm in the cocktail lounge, pushed her ass down hard, refusing him pumping room. "We'll fuck when I'm ready." She came to him, holding onto the back of the seat. She rubbed her tits across his face, feeling his rough unshaved face.
Steve grabbed her dangling flesh with his mouth, biting into her overripe tits, his hands clenched in her swiveling hips as she rotated her ass in a tormenting circle. "You hot bitch." He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked, feeling her cunt respond on his cock. It pulsed quicker and he did it again. It was as if the two were connected.
"Ooooohh, Steve," she whimpered, rejoicing in his cock as it throbbed in her tight pussy canal. She held his face in her hands. "I love you." She humped forward, using her muscles to taunt him.
"Unnnn," he groaned, trying to pump into her cunt. He jabbed up in a powerful thrust.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed, twisting on his dick. She gave it back to him, screwing her body down maliciously, smacking her clit into his groin. "How's that?"
Steve groaned again, enjoying his wife's new personality. "Great, baby," he said, his eyes pools of lust admiring her bare tits in the streaming light through the windows.
Sharon squiggled on his prick, her mind becoming caught up again, her passion taking over. "If someone comes, they'll see me. Does it get you hot?"
"Yessss," he hissed, his jaw clenched shut, his face screwed up in delirious passion. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Oooooh, my darling," she moaned, humping his cock. "I'm ready! I'm ready!" Sharon let herself go. She became a wild woman, her cunt clenching around his drilling dick, her hips gyrating spastically on his lap. "I'm soooo fuckinggg hot! Give it to me!"
Her head snapped from side to side as Steve lunged into her pussy with a flurry of repeated powerful stabs. "Uhhhhnn," she growled in her throat like an animal. "Hurt meeee! Hurt meeee!" She bucked on his dick, needing to feel pain, needing to feel she was being punished for the things she did.
Swimming in his own lust, Steve hurled his cock up into her vulnerable body, racking her with a strength that came from madness. He rocked back and forth on his ass, arching up with jabs and forcefully slamming her down on his cock. He set a brutal pace, his mind a blur, a senseless blur of pleasure.
"YESSSSS!" Sharon cried out, her voice reverberating in the close confines of the car. "OHHHHHH!" Her eyes rolled, spittle drooled from the corner of her mouth. She thrashed about on his cock with no regard for her own safety. She was insane with passion, insane for her husband and his cum.
"Make meee cummm!" she screamed, his cock ripping into her soft tender cunt. She matched his strength, matched his speed, and her efforts carried them both to the desired summit.
Steve knew he was about to explode. He held back, wanting Sharon to climax first, wanting her to scream, a scream he had waited for so long. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" he shouted anxiously, with each upward thrust of his tense body.
The sound of his voice and the power of his dick turned Sharon into a bubbling vat of hot juices. She exploded, her cunt gushing a hot syrupy cream all over Steve's jabbing prick. "I'MMMMM COMINGGGG!"
She screamed like a banshee, her head rolling precariously on her shoulders. Great sobs of passion racked her lungs as explosion after explosion ripped through her pussy in ever increasing strength.
Steve, seeing his beautiful wife crash over the peak, followed. His prick blasted his pent-up jism, squirting a river of the hot thick cream into her already-soaked, pulsing cunt. "Uggghhh!" he growled, like a wounded animal as he banged unmercifully into his wife's cottony-soft, oozing twat.
"Ulllllnn!" Sharon shrieked, her tits whacking him in the face, her nails tearing the back of the seat and her hips slamming Steve into the cushion. She hit hard, grinding her clit into his groin with savage fierceness.
They lunged at each other, with no concern for the world outside their car. Their voices reached a rising crescendo as their orgasm toppled them over into a black pit. Still beating at each other with their bodies, they floated in this black pit of lust, the pleasure and joy of their first semipublic fuck driving them both to the top again, reaching the summit in record time. Instead of drifting slowly back, they trembled at the peak, two bodies in convulsions. They soared back to reality as if finishing a ride at the amusement park.
Gasping and shaking, Sharon fell off him. "No... more... " She surrendered. "Nooo... more."
Steve had no intention of fucking her again. He eased himself up, helping his wife back on the seat and handing her the trench coat. With his passion spent, his sense of reality returned, wanting his wife covered. The same reality flashed in Sharon's mind and she quickly put the coat on.
"God, honey," she panted. "We are going to have one helluva time finding places to do this."
"No shit," Steve said. "I think by the time we get home, I'll want to fuck in the driveway."
Sharon giggled and turned on the ignition. The motor came to life. "I think that will have to wait another day." She eased the car out of the parking lot, heading for home.
"We got the rest of our lives," he said happily. "The rest of our lives."
"I couldn't agree more." She was contented and from the expression on Steve's face, so was he.
